The shuttle boat cut through a mild chop on the way to the drilling rig. Luciano, always one to enjoy seeing his name in the paper, read the headline in the morning news.
Flying Salvatores – Worldwide Broadcast Tonight – Rigged to Fly
Luciano’s family had been high-wire artists for three generations. This was the family business and business was good! They’d negotiated a fat one-time payment for a single show atop an offshore drilling rig. Spotlights were installed so viewership could be maximized on Saturday’s live performance late at night in Europe and early evening in the U.S. They were used to spotlights and had practically been raised under them.
Still, Luciano couldn’t forget that the only reason he’d made it to the “drilling rig” team was because of his cousin, Aldo. Why Aldo’s grip failed him last month was a mystery to everyone. He was so young, strong, and focused. It was a tragedy that both rocked and solidified the family. Luciano could feel his sister Elena’s stare behind him, though, and knew it wasn’t a mystery to quite “everyone”.
“Dangerous business we’re in,” he thought to himself.