On getting back to the Crescent – and before you all have a well-earned rest – you have a stern word with the two charges you’ve left under guard back at Ma Mossett’s. Showing them pictures of Tin Hand Terry lying in a pool of his own blood seems to do the trick and they are eager to assure you they won’t be troubling the Crescent again.
Next morning sees a parade of thankful Crescenters bringing you gifts of all-sorts – home-baked pies, home-knitted woolly hats and mittens, you know the sort of thing – and they have a whip-round which gets you a couple of thousand Reginan Crowns for your trouble (= CR1250).
Meanwhile, you stash a couple of the ACRs in Ma Mossett’s attic and take the rest to Olivia Purbeck, who is more than happy to arrange for two more to be delivered to your berth at the Highport. She also throws in 250 rounds SAP ammunition for each of the four weapons you keep.
Later that day as you put your feet up, scoffing pie and trying on each other’s woolly hats, ‘B’ Zigana asks for a quiet word with your captain. She tells Jan she’s decided to drop her claim to the Annic Nova shares – she knows she could never afford the legal representation if it came to court, and she knows that you were all kind to her, offering her a place onboard and so on. Only, she has one favour to ask… could you introduce her to Dermont Calaway?
Over the next couple of days, thinking about winding up your affairs here gets you wanting to put things in motion and recall the rest of your crew. At this point, you realise you haven’t seen your engineer for several days… not since the day after you docked, in fact, when Blaxton was going off to visit his son, who stays with his ex-wife. Ma Mossett tells you that his room hasn’t been slept in since that day, and he hasn’t dropped round for a change of clothes, either. You’re not exactly worried, but you know he wouldn’t be staying with his ex, who in any case tells you when you call, that she hasn’t seen him for several days either – and that it’s unusual of him not to drop by and see little Jagger (yes, that’s right – Jagger Zagger) more often. Well, he’s probably immersed himself in some marathon card game, but – one that lasts for several days …?
B skips through the lounge on her way out to a meeting you’ve arranged for her with Madrid Straaker. She tells you she saw him out in a club the other night – she’s been checking out the local music scene, of course. He was moving with a high-rolling crowd, with some glamorous woman in tow “I’m sure I’ve seen her somewhere before…”. On her way back in later – after a very nice chat with the very nice Mr Straaker – she suddenly remembers who that woman was: “That singer, you know – Gerry Gallows! Hasn’t Khel got some of her albums? Hmmm, he’d scrubbed up pretty well, I suppose – but what would a celebrity like her be doing with, you know … Blaxton!? And … you know, it looked more like Blaxton was being towed round by her, than the other way round. By her and the fellas she was with…”