I definitely should start these entries “Dear diary”. The way things are going I feel I’m trapped in a soap opera.
Some very odd behaviour from Albrecht. Every time anyone mentions trying to find the missing Milan he gets increasingly anxious looking, evasive and — to be honest — downright shifty. I’m now pretty sure he knows what happened to her and that it would be at the very least intensely and damagingly embarassing if others found out. Perhaps downright deadly. And he let the Tzimsce go! I am hoping against hope my trust wasn’t misplaced and that he’ll turn out to be worthy of the position I’ve earmarked for him. Well, Sir E. would tell me “let all men count with you, but none too much”. If it turns out he’s too much of a liability then I’ll simply send an anonymous letter to Cristophe, maybe use Evie‘s computer, saying “Ask A about M” or somesuch. That way, I’m out of the frame and he’s well and truly in it. Only at the last gasp though – I’ll give him every chance to come through.
And if loving friends can hurt me, then for sure foes can. Had an…interesting…meeting with the Grand Vizier. I basically burned my bridges and told him I wouldn’t be doing any little favors for him anymore. Scary bugger and absolutely malicious, I am pretty sure he was using some “juice” in the meeting to send that feeling of immense dread I was experiencing. Still, as the poem goes, “Or being hated, don’t give way to hating”. He must have felt the need to send out that dread, and that he felt the need for little old me is a victory of a sorts too.
I’ve got to see Evie soon, spend some real time with her. Maybe after Elysium. She’s a flirty baggage and if I don’t pay her some heed she’ll be off with some other chap in a flash. Damn, I miss her when she’s not around.
And talking of Elysium, I better get of my whiny arse and get all the pieces of the jigsaw in place. No rest for the wicked…