A novel

Lucky
Winner

He won twenty-seven million dollars and buried two friends.
Nobody did anything wrong.

It had given him everything. It had taken nothing he had not handed it. He could not call it a bad trade. A fair one. He was almost sure. The almost was what was left.

Front cover of Lucky Winner, a novel by J.P. Fleming: a lottery presentation cheque, its printing dissolved, sinking through deep green water.
EVERY BUSINESS NEEDS
A DREAMER, A DOER
AND A SON OF A BITCH

Evidence

Nobody buys the whole board. Not me, not anybody.

A provincial six-of-forty-four game has 7,059,052 combinations. Past a certain jackpot, buying most of the board stops being madness and becomes a trade. What he needs is a front man, and a monitoring system looking somewhere else.

Everything spent was clean, lawful, documented and traceable to the dollar. The investigation, when it came, returned boring.

An opened windowed envelope face-down on a dark wooden table, pencil arithmetic on the reverse: a long figure at the top, two smaller figures above a hand-ruled line, a crossed-out figure, and 27,140,000 circled at the bottom

Junk mail, opened, turned over.

Evidence

The paper

A novel about documents. Three of them decide everything, and not one is a forgery.

Marty's file, November

The most valuable sentence in this file is the one I did not write.

Marty's file, December

Nobody will ever look at this. It only has to exist.

The one page he would not mail

ILLUSTRATION ONLY

ASSUMED PRIZE: $24,000,000

Prize to Cariboo Investment Strategies Inc., D. Spooner signing for the group24,000,000
Repayment of the loan, to the lender(6,183,400)
Members' stake(300,000)
To the members17,516,600

Handed across a desk in Burnaby in February. Never posted, never filed, never wrong.

Article eleven, page thirty-one

Standard survivorship. A two-man partnership cannot run with a dead partner in it — probate would freeze the whole structure for years, in two countries — so on the death of either partner, the partnership property vests in the survivor's trust, entire.

Read aloud, on the record, by a lawyer who offered them independent counsel first. Both men signed six places. Nothing was hidden.

Evidence

The sauna

Cedar, black steel, one plane of roof.

Evidence

Four days, three hundred tills

SaturdayNightThe buying opens. Two people, one van each.
Sunday$25.5MThe province posts the roll. Every dollar on that sign is somebody else at a till.
MondayGrindA second truck for the rest of it.
Tuesday7:30 pmThe cutoff. What four days reaches is what there is.
WednesdayDrawThe draw is instant. The count is not.

Evidence

The map of the money

Four moves. The whole plot is a geography, and only one leg of it is offshore.

CABINan unnamed lake 300 TILLSfour days, two vans BURNABYthe claim, one face BELIZE CITYone wire, in daylight

Dirty money moves like it is being chased. It hops. This went once, in daylight, with its papers in its hand — and then it sat still forever.

A creased fold-out map of the Lower Mainland, hand-dotted with hundreds of ink marks, a pencil tally down the right margin

Nora's map. Folded to the crease of the week — one dot to a counter, the tally in pencil down the margin.

Evidence

Five vehicles, five economies

This book does character through machinery. What a person drives, how they bought it, and whether anyone was meant to notice.

Jon

Silver-grey Lexus

Bought used, based on the reliability data alone. Body-on-frame, a Land Cruiser underneath, almost nothing on it that can break.

Jon

The Yota

Two years of weekends, the two of them; then a year of weekends, mostly Jon; then just — . Finished alone. His son has never sat in it.

Dave

2019 Dodge dually

A truck that announced him long before he did.

Nora

Black Jeep

Hers. SRT. Blackout. Chip, pipe, custom wheels.

Buy week

Grey minivan, base trim

One hubcap scuffed. The car-seat smell of somebody else's family still in the carpet. On the corporate card, for four days.

Buy week

A work van

Stand-up white contractor van marked on the side with a business name and phone number.

Evidence

The Lucky Winner

A Kanter Custom 52 — fifty-two feet of welded aluminum out of a yard in St. Thomas, Ontario. Twin inboard Cummins. Dave bought her in month three and named her after the cheque. She is also, eventually, the weapon, and nobody ever touches her.

The Lucky Winner at anchor over turquoise shallows inside the reef in Belize: fifty-two feet of welded aluminum, flybridge, tender on the foredeck, her name in gold on the transom.

Her name is on the transom. It is also the last thing Dave ever says: Me and the Lucky Winner. Back for dinner!

Plate II · The fuel system — drawn to the same line as the vehicles. Specified by the boat's first owner for tropical service. Installed, plumbed, wired — and never commissioned. He did not live to switch it on.

The polisher — Reverso FPS 210, 24 volt, on its weekly program. Day zero is the day the hum stops.

The glass bowls — Racor 1000MA turbines, one per engine, valved to run singly. The one gauge on the boat Nora knew how to read.

The water traps — self-venting drains, bled monthly for a year by a man who ran his own fuel system. Until he stopped.

A worn goldtop electric guitar on a stand, finish gone off the top, against a bare wall

Jamie's Gibson. A guitar from before Jon was born, the finish gone off the top. Traded across a table like a chip because it was the fastest way to close.

Evidence

The storm

NATIONAL METEOROLOGICAL SERVICE — BELIZE
COASTAL WATERS FORECAST
Issued 0400 hours, Friday 12 November 2027

SYNOPSIS.  A trough extending southeast off the mainland
continues to interact with moist unstable air over the
western Caribbean.  Instability increasing through the period.

INSHORE AND REEF WATERS.  Winds east to southeast 10 to 15
knots, becoming variable near convection.  Seas 2 to 4 feet.
Scattered showers and isolated thunderstorms, becoming
widespread by afternoon.  Locally higher winds and seas in
the vicinity of thunderstorms.

OUTSIDE THE REEF.  East-southeast 15 to 20 knots.
Seas 4 to 6 feet, higher in and near convection.

SMALL CRAFT SHOULD EXERCISE CAUTION.

On the second day a dive charter found her, swamped and rolling awash against the outside of the reef four miles south of the cut, her hull whole. They towed her in. They found none of the people.

An old workman's hand, calloused and dirt-worn, cupping a ripe beefsteak tomato, seen from above over a garden bed