TWENTY TWO- THE WATCHMAN

Marcus was determined to see the woman across the pathway; he was naturally curious as he parked and waited for the doors of the silver sedan to open. Let's see if she comes out of the house this morning. Was she smart enough to realise that she was being watched? How would he break the ice with the woman clad most days in her business suit? He grew impatient as the minutes passed. He recorded her licence plate number for further details to be acquired. The door opened, she was dressed in casual clothes. Her blue dress shifted as she exited the car revealing fresh clean skin of her thighs. He sent the plate to his link to acquire her name and smiled as the sun caused her to squint. She was a marked woman.