The small woman with the dark hair faced the bow of the yacht. Her back was to the cabin and she was gazing off into the vast turquiose horizon. The island of Bermuda sat like a pink and white jewel just on the edge of it. They would be there within a few hours.

She turned to Flim Flam and said, "You know, I spent years extricating myself from my complicated past. I thought I had gotten free of it. I thought I could carve out a little niche for myself where I could just be who I wanted to be and avoid the politics of obligation. Maybe that was a silly notion. I don't know."

Flim Flam looked at her. She could tell that he understood. "So what did you do?" he asked.

"Well, you know about my uncle Philip... the lawyer? I sent him all of the information I gathered and he's keeping it safe for me." she said.

"But what if his office gets ransacked, like what happened to that waitress?" asked Flim Flam.

"He thought of that." she said. "He's not keeping it in his office. He's got it in several secure locations. He knows his stuff."

Flim Flam nodded. He looked off into the distance. "So what's next?" he said.

"I don't know. Just play things by ear, I guess. Oh, look... there's a Tern. We must be getting close. The air feels like velvet, don't you think?"

And they watched as the little jewel in the distance glowed in the warm, gentle rays of the setting sun.