Where was the third Arthur?
Mickey opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundings and this inscrutable question bouncing inexplicably around inside his aching head.
It was dark, but a tracing of light penetrated from outside. Enough to clue him that he wasn’t at home in his own functional apartment. Faintly, from outside, he could hear the insistent beat of rock music. Disoriented, it took him a couple of minutes to trace his route from the Seymour garden and Luci’s intransigence, to this room in the Seymour house overseeing the protective detail guarding the Captain’s newly discovered daughter.
He pushed back the sheets and swung his feet over the side of the bed, the smooth wood cool against the soles of his feet. He rubbed his aching head, wondering how serious the threat to Luci was, wi
