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1 " The moonlight drifts in silently from the dark sky and onto the light wooden blinds that hang at each of the three windows in the narrow room. Outside, the streets are tranquil, radiating the heat of the August day that ended a few hours before. "
― , Olivia Streete and the Montgomery Contract
2 " The previous night he was in an accident. Ran over a homeless guy. She listens to a man fabricating at least some of the things he’s telling her. The human frailty of lying. "
3 " Ferraud kneels down next to the dead man’s head. His face is squashed into the dirt. The policeman gradually lowers himself towards the ground, trying to see more of the man without moving him. His nose is nearly touching the earth when the penny drops. "
4 " Suddenly a door is thrown open from the building next to the vehicle, a man and a woman step out into the pool of the streetlight. "
5 " She knows she is being watched through the camera in the corner. She waits. If they hadn’t taken her laptop and phone, she would be trying to find background on what this could be about. "
6 " The man immediately grabs the woman and pulls her inside of the building. The front door slams shut, the noise echoes along the front of the houses opposite. "
7 " The wine and the blood from a cut on his head mix into a new red that drips onto the hard, grey floor. "
8 " No sound pervades the space. Her footsteps create the only life in the emptiness. She walks through to the bedroom. His body lies on the bed, a single tiny drop of dried blood on his left temple. "
9 " The question stays in the chasm between them, both of their minds processing fast to anticipate the next move. A game of chess where all the pieces are their emotions. "
10 " His body takes the impact of the young woman’s momentum and he groans as her weight lands against his stomach. They fall together, towards the table, she lands first and swivels to avoid Jean Luc’s hands as they reach out. "
11 " The traffic is heavy, the air is light; the sunshine dances off the vehicles as they flash by. Vast glass doors slide effortlessly open at her approach, and close behind her. Immediately the street noise has gone. Olivia is left in a vast marble room, at a distant desk sits a single woman; smart, efficient, and smiling. "
12 " Amber shocks of wheat stretch into the distance and a single dirt track cuts its way through the fields. The air is still. The dust from her journey remains floating across the crops, a memory of a previous event. "
13 " Olivia’s arms are suddenly heavy from holding herself up, she takes the rungs one at a time and drops as quickly as she can. Her legs are shaking. The last section of the ladder to ground level is missing for security, she reaches the last step and looks down. "
14 " The continual dynamism of humanity, always moving, always running - from something or toward something, it doesn’t matter which, as long as you are busy. "
15 " She can feel the water in her eyes and blood in her veins. He moves to enter the room, she steps to one side and closes the door behind him. "
16 " Tell me about your business,” she says. “Everyone loves flowers, and I discovered people are willing to pay huge sums for that love. "
17 " She walks to the white board and wheels it round to face him. She writes ‘Motive’ and ‘Suspects’ at the top of the board. She doesn’t turn to look at him but knows his eyes are burning. "
18 " The fine fall of water drifts across the Rue de Verneuil where the restaurant sits, half way down. She should go back to her bed, she thinks, but instead the rebel inside makes her walk to the Seine. "
