Time to Try

Back in his room at the Park Lane, Lyndon sat on the bed, Stephanie was not yet back and he

worried someone more, then he thought that London must have a great night life, like New York

and Los Angeles, she was probably being held up shopping or drinking or whatever women of just a

few years older than him did with their time when they were on vacation. He was sure it would bore

him, and besides he had only been out of the hotel for half an hour accoridng to his watch, their

was no need to panic and ruin his fun by callng her and insisting she come back just yet. He had

time.

He opened up his laptop and checked his emails, he messaged back hs father who had been

bombardng him with emails, checking on Stephanie - probebly for the sake of his credit card bill -

and was question how the job was going. He did of course say that everything was fine.

He mentioned nothing of the fact that Stephanie had gone out and she had not yet returned,

it was not yet an issue.

He checked up information on Pete. He put together all the information he could find on the man,

nothing too surprising came up. It confirmed that he and Ms Sommers lives att the same address,

that he was a rather successful businessmen - he was not from Park Row Manhattan but still, not

bad. He worked in Canary Wharf, so successful enough. Along with this came richness, enough to

keep Ms Sommers in the more than comfortable life to which she had become acustomed. Nothing

was mentioned as to whether the man had a criminal record - which made him assume that the

man did not. It was not mentioned that he had been involved in any violent crime, nor any unhappy

relationships which which suggested violence, nor even unpleasantness.

The man seemed completely straigt and legitimate.

Though anyone in Lyndon's job - and many people outside it knew that all it took was a brain and

you could have killed millions, you would not get caught if you knew the ins and outs, the does and

donts and how to lift the evidence from a crime scene... or how to shut the woman up after you ht

her.

He looked into it all somemore and came up with nothing useful. He looked at the clock. ten p.m.

he was about to pick up his phone and dial Stephanies number when the door opened, the young

blond stepped into the room, laughing. She was not sober, and she was accompanied by a man.

Lyndon stood quickly, coughed loud enough to make her look. She blushed, clear embarasment,

the man with her looked awkward.

"Stephanie." He looked over the man and then away again. "I will not ask who this man is or what

your intentions are. That is my father's question not mine. You said you would be back far earlier

than this. I was worried."

"Oh Lyndon... You nweedn't have been I was out drinking with this man."

"As I can see, but you do not know him, he could be anyone."

"I assure you I'm perfectly safe, I wasn't aware she had a partner with her." The man said, he

looked embarassed again and looked at the floor.

"Sir, I don't care, and I am not her partner. She's my father lover. I don't give a crap."

She smiled sweetly "Lyndon honey you wont tell your father if we did anything would you?"

"Of course." A small smile. He stepped toward the bathroom door opening it. "I'll be in the

bathroom, it's your choice what you do."

With that he stepped into the bathroom closing and locking the door. He stepped into the bath and

laid down. Really he'd expected as much of her, unfortunately it involved hurting a man he cared

for very much.