I promised to keep her up to date on what was going on with me too.It was a beautiful fall day. I called Josh and Curtis and arranged to meet them at ...he park. Curtis brought a football and we threw it around, all talking at the same time. Josh was high on football but had to admit that Eddie had bested him scholastically. As juniors, they were still running neck and neck, ranking forth and fifth and hoping to make sergeant at mid-year.We got my car out of the garage and the guys helped me. Off in the distance to her left was a tall whitelighthouse with a red roof and to her right the craggy coast went onseemingly forever. She stood there, bare footed, with her toes justbarely creeping over the edge of the cliff. Although she felt a twingeof anxiety, she knew she could not fall.She stretched her arms out as wide as she could as if she were trying topull her body in separate directions, simultaneously taking in the freshocean air. It was exhilarating. She brought her arms in. What about you – where is your native place?Me – *********She –asked about my studies, what I do, bla bla bla….Soon we became good friends, as my stop is near, so we exchanged our personal contact numbers, social id’s.Me -thanked her for spending time with me and making my journey as not bored.She -thank you with a cute smileMe –happy journeyShe –thank you.** About her Prakriti, 24years old, good looking-fair, 5.3’, 54 (approx.), married to IT employee,I messaged her in whatsapp, next day. Victims were Victor Wilson, a 42 year old estate agent...”He’d been shot at the end of platform four. A promising platform in an up and coming area of London, in need of some renovation. Would suit first time buyer.“And Leslie Dubonnet, an office manager, 30 years ... of age ... Ahem. Sorry.”More water.“And a gentleman from uhm ... Iceland. I will ... his name is...”This was the guy with the rucksack and the unfortunate hat. I saw his name underneath the picture they had pinned up. It was.