The woman behind the telescope adjusted the optics until he came into focus. The perfect haircut, the navy overcoat, the chiseled features of an impossibly tanned face. It was him. She watched as he strode purposefully along the winding sidewalk across the manicured lawns of the park. Her heart beat faster, she felt her pulse in her ears. A shot rang out from somewhere outside and above where she stood in the study of her Hyde Park apartment. She saw the man’s head explode and his crumpled body fall into a dark, blue heap among the leaves on the green grass. The woman recoiled in horror. Horror turned into shock, and with shock came numbness. She willed herself away from the window and across the room.
Nine nine nine. What is your emergency?
”I’ve just witnessed a murder.”