CHAPTER ONE
Be not overly wicked, neither be a fool. Why should you die before your time?
― Ecclesiastes 7:17
THE SUICIDE MISSION
“We know you were there!” The policeman slammed his fist into the table, his face flushed with anger as he yelled at the blonde woman. “Security tapes show you standing on the roof next to our victim.” Frank had been obsessed with this case since his fiancé had driven her self off a bridge. A surplus of suicides had been happening around Ascot, England, and frank was sure this woman was responsible. He shoved photos under her delicate hands, pictures of men, woman and children: mangled from jumping off roofs; white, wrinkled bodies of drowned victims and broken, bruised bodies. The woman’s ice eyes- the unfeeling abysses into her soul - stared at the pictures.
“Officer,” the woman’s voice was calm and calculated with a hint of an Australian accent, “unless you have some sound evidence I would like to leave now.” Her blue eyes moved up towards the man’s face, her high cheek bones and delicate nose made her look more like a model than a cold blooded killer. A smile spread over his cheeks as he produced a picture of a man standing on the edge of a roof, the image showed the ice woman’s hand gently resting gently on the mans shoulder her lips touched to his ear.
“What did you say to him?”
The women’s eyes tensed but only for a second. Frank repeated but with more volume, “What did you say!” The man’s voice was full of anger and yelling with hatred.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, Frank, and I’m going to go now.” The woman stood up flicked, her long blonde hair away from her face and moved towards Frank, rested her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Goodbye, Frank.” With those last words she vanished from the room.
Frank had been so obsessed with finding this woman Gabriella, that once she left he felt empty, lost and very much alone. He dropped into the chair, rested his elbows on the table and slowly ran his finger though his greying black hair as tears began to fall. He took one large breath and reached across the table grabbed his milky coffee and headed out the door. The corridor was dark and gloomy only the light from the half moon outside drifted into the building. Franks puffy eyes and hunched body ambled along the corridor. His will to live was slowly seeping out of him, laughter came from the staff room, but the happiness passed over him.
The night was still young and the cold October night was only going to get colder. Frank fumbled around in his coat searching for the car keys. Gabriella stood silent in the moonlight, her blonde hair blowing over her face. Frank looks up his eyes infatuated by the angel standing in font of him. His feet scraped along the ground as he floated towards the woman surrounded by a golden light.
“Officer,” the woman’s voice was calm and calculated with a hint of an Australian accent, “unless you have some sound evidence I would like to leave now.” Her blue eyes moved up towards the man’s face, her high cheek bones and delicate nose made her look more like a model than a cold blooded killer. A smile spread over his cheeks as he produced a picture of a man standing on the edge of a roof, the image showed the ice woman’s hand gently resting gently on the mans shoulder her lips touched to his ear.
“What did you say to him?”
The women’s eyes tensed but only for a second. Frank repeated but with more volume, “What did you say!” The man’s voice was full of anger and yelling with hatred.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, Frank, and I’m going to go now.” The woman stood up flicked, her long blonde hair away from her face and moved towards Frank, rested her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear, “Goodbye, Frank.” With those last words she vanished from the room.
Frank had been so obsessed with finding this woman Gabriella, that once she left he felt empty, lost and very much alone. He dropped into the chair, rested his elbows on the table and slowly ran his finger though his greying black hair as tears began to fall. He took one large breath and reached across the table grabbed his milky coffee and headed out the door. The corridor was dark and gloomy only the light from the half moon outside drifted into the building. Franks puffy eyes and hunched body ambled along the corridor. His will to live was slowly seeping out of him, laughter came from the staff room, but the happiness passed over him.
The night was still young and the cold October night was only going to get colder. Frank fumbled around in his coat searching for the car keys. Gabriella stood silent in the moonlight, her blonde hair blowing over her face. Frank looks up his eyes infatuated by the angel standing in font of him. His feet scraped along the ground as he floated towards the woman surrounded by a golden light.