An naranja leaf gently tumbles down from a branch above and lands on the brown césped, hierba por my foot. This wooden bench I'm sitting on feels damp and cool from the rain last night, but I ignore it. Who really cares about a wet bum from sitting out on the park? It is only a risk that ones takes when they visit Bushy Park o any of the other Londres parks.

I bend over and pick up the crisp, crinkly leaf. Then I roll it around in my ice cold hands until it is but specks of naranja bits and pieces and the long brown stem. I dump the particles on to the ground and fiddle with the old leaf stem in boredom...

I glance up from my newspaper as I hear the door open and close. I can't see who it is, but I don't have to see to know. I smile to myself and adjust the paper in my hand. "Good morning."

"Ah yes, good morning, Gregory," she respuestas and I turn the page of my newspaper.

"Any trouble coming in this morning? You're over an hora late, Kendall."

Kendall walks into the dining area with her rosado, rosa lips pressed close together and her sparkling green eyes playfully glare at me. "Have tu looked out the window? It's a bloody blizzard out there!"

"I haven't gotten a chance yet." I shrug and fold the paper....

Kendall sighs as she walks around the museum. But it isn't a sigh of peace o relaxation, but rather a sigh of agitation.

"I should have known Gregory wasn't going to come as well..." She mutters to herself. "No doubt he has a date." She shakes her head and sallies along. She then stops in front of a large picture. The picture is of a lovely path with a tunnel of beautiful flores of purple and yellow overhead.

"Oh..." She gasps to herself, glancing both ways before softly edging the corner of the frame upwards a smidge. "That's much better."

A picture like this, after all, deserved to be straight...

As soon as he walked into the phone booth, he felt a peculiar tension. Gregory glanced both ways before entering this lonely ringing booth. "Hello?" He asked as answered the phone, his curiosity getting the upper hand over his reason o the fact that he already was running late.

There was a breathy panting on the other side of the line. Gregory looked weirdly at the phone and nearly put it back on the hook when a voice finally appeared. "Your appointment has cancelled, Harris." The deep voice rasped. "She's had her own appointment to attend to...One that she won't return from unless tu do...

There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance. I glanced at the window as I started to hear the light patter of rain drops that began to grow larger and greater in intensity. There was then a brilliant flash of pale white lightening and a loud clap of thunder. 

Molly meowed loudly and jumped into my lap, shivering. I gently ran my fingers through her calico fur, feeling the soft fluffiness of her pelaje, piel all around and in-between my fingers. "It's okay, girl, it's only a thunderstorm...Nothing to be afraid of." I whispered to her as I finished typing up my latest blog entry of another of our...

She was a wonderful liar...Or was she? I was having a hard time trying to tell. Gregory seemed to be head over heels for this woman already. I had never seen him fall so quickly for any woman...I admit, I might have been at least a little jealous...Okay, maybe a lot jealous. But, she still didn't seem trustworthy to me. I can't tell tu why exactly...But there was just something shifty about her and I did not like it one bit.

"So, Kendall, tu can handle the case tonight while we are out?" Gregory dashed into my suspicious brooding over his new girlfriend.

"Hmm?" I looked at him and nodded. "Oh,...