Guarding Meg
By Oonagh
Author's Note: This is by way of an introduction to a WIP, which will probably be quite long. It's the first Due South story I've ever attempted, so I'd appreciate reviews to let me know how I'm doing. Timeline-wise I guess this would probably fit in anytime after ATQH.
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In the muted light of a Chicago sunset Margaret Thatcher's hair shone brightly as it swung gently around her shoulders. The man with the camera smiled. These would be fantastic photos. Stunning. Impactful. And frightening.
He snapped down on the camera trigger, smiling slightly at the idea of how her face would look when she opened the envelope he had bought and carefully addressed that morning. It wouldn't be pleasant opening a letter and staring at photos of yourself standing in your own apartment, in your own living room. But then that was the idea. The first step in the plan. The first of many steps.
The man's smile widened as his target moved into her bedroom. She was making this so easy; maybe she didn't realise how clearly you could see through her windows with the curtains open. Or maybe she just didn't care who saw what – with the family she was from that wouldn't surprise him at all. Either way, it didn't matter to him. The more intimate the photos the better, as far as he was concerned. His finger clicked down again, his eyes focused on the viewfinder, the smile still on his face as he ran the plan over again in his mind.