Default Chapter, just so you know. Enjoy and review please.
A beautiful woman with long, lustrious raven hair sat a tiny café in Amsterdam. The woman's name was Isabel Lahiri, she was an Interpol agent in Europe and she was about to eat lunch.
Isabel's attention went from her lunch to the shouts she heard behind her. She turned to see a man, a very good looking man being chased by four or five policemen. The man gave her a smile as he ran by her table and he looked back at her once he had passed. Isabel sat staring, something about that man interested her. Maybe it was because he was running from the police or maybe it was because he was so good looking, she didn't know, but she had a feeling she was about to find out.
I know that was really short butI had to get more to the point.