Well, folk
s, things h
ave been quite exciting today in Iceland. First, I must say... Iceland is beautiful! If you ever get the cha
nce to visit, please do so. You'll be glad you did. Reykjavik is just awe-inspiring.
With that out of the way, let's get down to business. I've seen he
r. I found her on the street as I was headed to her hot
el, wearing a disguise as always. But I recognized her. So I followed her... to Armand Zander's house. She saw the reporters and cops swarming the place and became obviously distraught. From Zander's house, she went to a cute little coffee shop and bought herself a latte. That's where I
made my m
ove.
You're not going to hear about th
is on her blog, because I scared her. Bad. And she doesn'
t want to admit to her "Bl
ake Brigade" or whatever they're calling themselves now that I was tota
lly unexpected.
"Hey, Persephone," I said, walking up to where she sat. She whirled around and stared, openmouthed.
"Listen. I want you to stop this foolishness," I told her. She didn't respond, but instead started shivering. Badly.
"Thomas is tired of you following him. He's left Iceland, I'll have you know. And there's no way you're going to find out where he is now. He's told no one. Even
I don't know where he's gone. So why don't you come back to the States, and we'll discuss this like good little boys and girls?"
She only shook her head. "Rachel," I said, "If you come with me now, we've decided not to prosecute you. Will you accept our offer?"
She got up and ran. I tried to follow, but lost her in the crowd. But that's ok... I know where she's going. And
you can bet I'll be right there with her. Perhaps I'll book the same flight... That'll really freak her out!
Ok, well, I'm off to book my ticket. You can bet I'll keep this blog updated.