So, how was my night at the Riverside, you may ask?
I received the call from Bitsy – urgent, as usual. (Why is everything always urgent with her? My goodness.)
Something big was happening, I knew that much. Bitsy filled me in on some of the commotion at the docks earlier that day and, from the sound of things, Cassie had been involved in all of it.
As I arrived, I saw Cassie rush in. By this time, Bernie had joined us, much to my surprise. He has this big job now, so we don’t see him at the meetings or in the streets quite so much.
I was on one side of Bitsy, Bernie was on the other. They were speculating between the two of them about the goings-on but I couldn’t hear their conversation.
Eventually, Cassie collected herself and sat down behind the bar, dismissed the bar tender, and launched into this tale of … well, tale of something. So much drama.
Armand, it seems, had stowed away on Lindy’s boat expecting to skirt the law, but was discovered in a food storage room and arrested. Someone named Nico (apparently Armand’s nephew or cousin … some relation) worked for Lindy on the boat and is believed to have shepherded Armand on board. But after getting Armand settled in, he jumped to the dock from the upper deck and, as far as Cassie knew, got away.
I suppose this is what I’m in for, knowing the details of these things. I have to think that Mayors are always the last to know, but with Bitsy in my corner, I’m pretty sure I’ll be safely in the loop. Still, I can’t be getting this information second-hand.
Bitsy is not going to be Mayor – I am. And I need to be sure she gets that.
Gunnar Olafsson