The Florist could not resist. Silently, he moved down the stairwell to the parking garage. He Had to study Mrs. Rowe as much as possible. A photograph rarely captured the essence of a being.
The light between the rows of cars was dim. He could, without fear of detection, observe her from a distance as she hunted for her car.
There she was near the red-lit exit sign, pausing to search her purse for her keys. Foolish woman! Her keys should be in her hand. Now she was at her BMW.
Hidden in the shadows behind a concrete post, he sighed deeply. As she opened her car, her dark hair fell back, exposing her long and elegant neck. Such beautiful skin!
Memorizing the image, he turned away and swiftly mounted the stairs to the City Hall Square. If she were not more careful, he might have to follow her regularly, to save her for himself.
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Mystery / ThrillerMeet Harry Jenkins, Toronto lawyer. Look below the surface of his city. Follow his growth toward compassion and understanding while he tracks a killer dubbed The Florist and roots out a massive money laundering fraud from the darkest corridors of po...
