At this moment in time on the 28th January 2009 a press conference with the police is being held. Detective Inspector Lestrade sat down at the table looking rather uncomfortable about the whole situation as his fellow colleague Detective Sergeant Donovan sat herself beside him, now addressing the gathering of reporters.
"The body of Beth Davenport, Junior Minister for Transport, was found late last night on a building site in Greater London. Preliminary investigations suggest that this was suicide. We can also confirm that this apparent suicide closely resembles those of Sir Jeffrey Patterson and James Phillimore. In light of this, these incidents are now being treated as linked. The investigation is ongoing but Detective Inspector Lestrade will take questions now."
Many reporters hands go up in the air Lestrade nods to one, "Detective Inspector, how can suicides be linked?"
"Well, they all took the same poison; um, they were all found in places they had no reason to be; none of them had shown any prior indication of..."
The reporter interrupts him, "But you can't have serial suicides."
"Well, apparently you can," Lestrade responded after taking a sigh.
"These three people: there's nothing that links them?" another reporter raised their hand in question.
Lestrade took another deep sigh, "There's no link been found yet, but we're looking for it. There has to be one."
Hidden out of sight from Lestrade, in the back of the conference room, a mysterious woman in a black trench coat stood watching a sly smirk creeping upon her elegant crimson red lips. She presses a button on her mobile phone, as all phones pinged simultaneously, grabbing them to look immediately.
Wrong!
She sees Donovan look down at her own and back to facing the press to reassure them, "If you've all got texts, please ignore them."
"Just says, 'Wrong'," the first reporter pointed at his phone.
"Yeah, well, just ignore that,"
Your not going to be able to ignore it for much longer Donovan. No matter how much you detest me or my brother CH