Ex-soldier Birmingham-gangster bets his life on luck and illegalities, adroit wit and burning passion streaking his blood-stained fingertips as a dire quarrel commence between himself and the disturbed Dane who purloined his lover.
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THE REMARKABLE DEATH OF FIDUS ACHATES
INES HAD NOT REALIZED how selfish she had been until the darkness was illuminated. Her questions were answered and although her observation had been galore, she had failed to realize the actuality of the problem. She never was much for books. Studies caught little of her interest and she did not care much for modern science nor knowledge if it did not concern her specifically. Like any other, she enjoyed progressing in her own field of work, it was a business she kept close to heart and leather was all she had ever known. As long as she knew the worth of such fabrics and the process of tanning, who was she to care whether the Earth was not the center of the universe not to mention the basics of this heliocentric system? What mattered was what she could see, and she could not see her own planet revolve about the Sun. However, she did know that she herself was a simple nothing in an infinity universe of everything, which left her with the mere power of caring for herself and those around her. Starting with Nikolaj Brogaard.
He was kind and endlessly sweet, always attentive and never not careful. At least that was all Ines had known him as up until few days ago. He had only ever spoken well of his otherwise ill-omened childhood. All the bad memories he all too often had reminisced and brooded on, suppressed so decidedly, he was left with only the good days. The freedom-filled days following the passing of Mother Brogaard. The blooming friendship with one Peter Karlsen. The prosperous evolution of his business-like mind.The many, many days with his beloved wife. But as he grew older, he grew wiser, and all pestering memories flooded back, a plague-like bacteria tormenting him so. His mother never had been very kind to him, never had seen him as much beyond a burden, but still, childish and ignorant little Nikolaj saw past her many, many faults and motherly bond is one not to make light of. His first friendship was built on lies and precedence. Founded in the schoolyard, 14-year old Peter approached 15-year old Nikolaj with his condolences, and although Nikolaj did not feel nearly as much sorrow as he ought to, he made a pretense as if he did, and took the advantage to establish a friendship that would stretch decades into the future. While the ride to the fabled United States offered green faces of sickness and an overall downright bad weekend, America provided many opportunities in return. His Boston degree in business, for one, contacts for another, and a job was final. It allowed him to pose as the chief financial officer before he made a move to make his own mark in history. With his very own enterprise at hand, he met his wife Ines Lenz, with whom he later married for no other reason than 'a feel in his gut'. Nothing but an idea that this woman would be the one, this one was the one he wanted to share himself with, for no other reason than that sparkle in her eye.
Nikolaj never had been nostalgic, but as he sat behind the wheel of his own Hive Automatics vehicle as he was on his way to meet Peter Karlsen, he visited memory lane and all it could offer. Reliving those shared moments of triumph in blurs, envisioning himself and his single friend up to tomfoolery on the yonder moor. They had indeed had more ups than downs, and perhaps because of that their friendship had lasted for so long, for, after all, they had never seen one another at their worst. Peter was now about to see Nikolaj's.
