Synopsis

Arnold was the name he used, a convenient facade for a man who preferred the shade of his own porch to the hustle of the streets. He’d secured a position as a newspaper carrier, but the enthusiasm one might expect was…lacking. The route was diligently performed, yes, but with a certain languid grace, a deliberate pace that suggested more contemplation than exertion. Arnold, you see, was a carefully constructed excuse for a fondness for leisure.