Prologue
"Hello"
I look up at the person rudely interrupting my thoughts. I raise an eyebrow and say "Hello"
"Why don't you come into my office?"
I sigh "If I must."
"So, why are you here?"
I reply with a glare, "My idiot bosses think I need to talk to someone 'cos my fiancee was killed."
I close my eyes at the mental image of finding my blood drenched beloved in that cramped bathtub......I feel the bile start to make its way up as I try and distract myself by saying "So, come on. Let's get this over with. Where would you like me to start?"
"How about the begining?"
"Fine. My father, Rupert, the CIA agent went to London on vacation." I silenty growl at the thought of my father, the self-righteous pillock.
"He met my mother, Joyce Peters. They wooed for a few months before he popped the question. A few years later Dawn Marie Bristow was born in Manchester. Three years after that Spike William Bristow was born in London. I bet you're wonder about the name. Well, my parents let Dawn name me. Dawnie claims she named me Spike, 'cos I had all these spikey blond locks. I know. I think she'd nuts, too."
I pause to gather my thoughts. "Had a rather bad childhood. Mum died when I was 7 in this car crash. My father sent Dawn and me off to boarding school in Manchester. Barely a word for years, not till I got into Harvard. Then he was a proud papa. I joined the Mile High Club that flight with Liz. I don't think that was her real name though." I said with a smile reminiscing just how hot Liz had been.