Time to Try

Pete sat at home in their flat, a large four bedroom apartment, modest for someone of their income

but nice. Rebecca was getting ready for bed, in the shower singing as she always did. He knew her

bedtime routine as though it were his own. She showered, whilst sing, always songs about love and

happiness then she dried off with a bathrobe, combed her hair, dressed in her pyjamas and climbed

into bed.

He listened as he looked at the computer, he typed in the name which Rebecca had given him,

Lyndon Kaller.

The information which came back was nothing incriminating. The young man had been born and

raised in Pennsylvania, he had been sent away to Eton for an education, he had achieved a

University degree, followed by a Masters. He was currently on break and had a plan to complete his

PhD at Oxford University. He seemed like a pretty normal guy. One question came to mind though.

Why when the man had studied in England, and was planning the highest part of his university

education in England, then what was his real purpose for him being in England. No one would really

buy that he wanted a vacation here.

Considering the rumours he had heard about someone being here to harm Rebecca, he would not

risk a thing. There was no way in hell that this man was here for the purpose of a holiday, and he

would sure as hell not let him pretend he was. Pete loaded a gun which he stored in his draw. He

stood and put the gun in his jacket just in time as the bedroom door opened. Rebecca smiled and

looked at him. "Come with me, I want you." He smiled and stepped in the room with her, nothing

was urgent anything which he had to do could be taken care of the next day. He closed the door

behind him.