Chapter 1
The tall and the short
She was sitting on the edge of one of the fountains on Trafalgar square, camera in hand. She sighed, a happy sigh, before placing the camera to her face and positioning it directly at Nelson's column and clicking the button. She was finally here, in London, her favourite place in the world. She was here on business- she was writing for a new magazine…20 page special on London. She didn't really know why, but it was pay and she new she'd enjoy it. Her boss had rented a flat for her stay, she'd already been to the flat earlier on, but it was only for a few minutes; throwing her two suitcases onto the bed and then she'd rushed off out to catch a taxi to Trafalgar square. Turning her head round to face the gallery she watched as a man in a long black coat and a blue scarf made his way down the stone steps, another man, slightly shorter and lacking behind by at least two steps bickered in the other taller man's ear. Switching her attention to the gallery she clicked the button on the camera and there was a quick flash and then she turned back to face the column.
*DING*DONG*
Big Ben started to chime for one o'clock in the afternoon and sighing (this time sadly) she decided to make a move and go catch a taxi back to the flat. Slipping off the edge of the fountain she almost bumped into the shorter man whom she'd watched for about a second only a minute ago. He quickly said sorry and picked up his pace to catch up with the taller man in the coat. Her ears picked up a little of what the shorter man had been saying-
"So it's a murder then, great case solved?"
No, surely she'd been wrong. They certainly didn't look like policemen, strange. Oh well, it didn't concern her, she shrugged and made her way off the square.