The Mountain Shadow

‘You are. You did not change. You could not change, and neither do the Concannons of this world. They are born to harm and destroy, Lin, until time or temper stops them. And now that this one wants to harm and destroy us, the kindest thing we can do is to kill him, take the karmic burden on ourselves, and hope that the good we cause, by saving the world all the future harm this man will do, if he lives, is enough to save our souls for a better incarnation. Although I cannot think of a better incarnation than the one you see before you, so I would only ask that Didier may come back as Didier is, and do it all again.’

‘Just don’t do anything until I get back, okay? We’ll talk first, then we’ll do whatever else we have to do, okay? In the meantime, watch Lisa for me, while I’m away. When I see her, I’ll try to talk her into going to Goa for a while, but we both know Lisa.’

‘Not a chance,’ he shrugged.

‘I know –’

‘She’s a clever fox, my friend,’ he said. ‘And she knows what she wants, and how to get it.’

‘Look after her for me, until I get back. Ask Naveen to give you whatever time he can spare from Divya, if you need extra eyes. I’ll speak to him, if I can find him.’

‘I need no help, of course, but I have come to like Naveen,’ Didier said thoughtfully.

‘I like him, too. You make a good team, the two of you. Speaking of teams, I’d like to join you, Didier, when I get back, if you still want me.’

‘Lin . . . you mean . . . to work together?’

‘We’ll talk about it when I get back.’

‘But, you’re leaving the Sanjay Company?’

‘I am. I did.’

‘You did? Sanjay let you go?’

‘After this job, I have Sanjay’s blessing. Actually, I think he’s glad to see me leave.’

‘You are not afraid to disagree with him. There are only two kinds of leaders, those who welcome the truth, and those who despise it. Sanjay is a despiser, I am afraid.’

‘That he is,’ I smiled.

‘I am very happy to hear you are leaving him. Are you happy?’

‘I am. Just keep an eye on Lisa.’

‘I will, I will, and with pleasure.’

‘Shall we head back to the others?’

‘Yes! This is wonderful news, Lin, and it calls for celebration. But . . . ’

‘But what?’

‘You and Karla.’

‘What, me and Karla? There’s no me and Karla.’

‘Lin, this is Didier. No fleeting suspicion of love is hidden from Didier. I saw you together. I know everything.’

‘Forget Karla.’

‘I can, if you can,’ he said, a half-worried smile confusing his face. ‘Whatever you do, I am with you.’

‘Thanks, brother,’ I said, sharing a hug that pressed his curly hair into my face.

We made our way back to Karla and Gemini. Karla looked from Didier to me, and then back again, smiling just enough condescension to put a bite in her affection.

Two young foreign girls, carrying drinks in each hand, danced their way up to Didier and Gemini, who took the drinks, still dancing.

‘Are you with someone?’ one of the girls asked Gemini.

‘I’m with myself,’ Gemini replied. ‘I don’t know if that qualifies. I’m Gemini. What’s your name then?’

‘Hey!’ the girl shouted back. ‘I’m a Gemini, too.’

‘That’s great, you’ll get this – what did one Gemini say to the other?’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. The other Gemini already left.’

They laughed, spilling wine and bumping together.

Karla and I made our way through party-sway to shout at friends as we were shouted unto, until we found the deserted bar.

‘Nice bar,’ Karla said, greeting the bartender. ‘Free, well-stocked and empty.’

‘Welcome,’ the barman said.

‘I’d shoot three men for a glass of champagne,’ Karla said, waving an elegant wrist.

‘Certainly, ma’am,’ the bartender replied. ‘And for sir?’

‘Plain soda, no ice,’ I said. ‘How’s it been, tonight?’

‘At the end of the road, there are only two questions,’ the bartender said, inscrutably, preparing the drinks. ‘What did I do? and What did I miss?’

‘Unless,’ I offered, ‘the last question is, Who the hell turned off my life support?’

‘Life is short,’ the tall young bartender said, easing the cork from the bottle with a fist. ‘But made of long nights.’

‘That’s why it’s so lonely at the top,’ Karla put in.

‘It’s lonely at the top,’ he replied quickly, filling Karla’s glass, ‘because it’s so crowded at the bottom.’

‘What’s your name?’ Karla asked, laughing.

‘Randall, ma’am.’

‘Randall,’ she said, accepting the glass, ‘This is Lin, I’m Karla, and I couldn’t agree with you more. Where’s your family place?’

‘My parents are from Goa,’ he said, handing me the soda. ‘But I’m from here.’

‘We’re from here too, for as long as here lasts,’ I said. ‘What’s with the one-liners, Randall?’

‘It’s not that interesting a story,’ he replied.

‘Why don’t you let us judge that, Randall?’ Karla suggested.