With thanks to Phillip Marlow
The case: Travel to Britain disguised as a Canadian. Find a felon named “Nellie”.
Find out how and why this felon was abducting people…
Midnight, 12.00am European time, 6pm Central Standard Time.
Whatever way you look at it, this European job had a strange time scale. Flew in over the pond, made myself known to the mark, sat and waited. I was bound to get a lead soon. On an enclosed tub in dead-calm sea, with a feral mist rising, reminds me of Chicago, they will make a move soon…..and I will be watching.
Now all I have to do is find Nellie. Like the wind, she’s elusive; I have never seen her and she’s not there. I hear whispers on the Lord Nelson, Nellie is about, but I miss her again. There has to be more to this. Every time I asked about Nellie I get sidetracked by talk of, strings, yards, topsails and tea. Nellie was very slick or had gotten to the crew first.
Just as I chasing a lead, I was invited to Happy Hour.. I thought I knew what Happy Hour was, but this wasn’t it.
Finally my first break. Rachel, a dame that knows a few things, grabbed me to talk about my search for Nellie. She told me,
“Listen you have it all wrong. Nellie is all around us. There are no abductions, people choose to come, and keep coming back.”
Her lilting tone and reassuring manner had me confused. I needed to think, but damn it felt good.
The caper continues in Dieppe France.
Simon and Peter
Aft Port Watch