The Taken

Chapter 1 Part 1

It all started with a wallet. The blue suited man sat in the little, boutique cafe, watching the torrents of rain race down the window. Suddenly his phone beeped in his pocket. Reaching for it almost greedily he flicked it on, to see the text. Grinning to himself he sprang up from the wooden chair, slapping down a couple of bank notes on the table, next to his untouched tea cup . Pulling on the soggy grey trench coat , that hung from the metal coat holder. He sauntered out of the shop.

The man was met by a face full of freezing rain and howling wind. Tugging up the iron coloured collar of his coat he sighed. Damn British weather he thought bitterly ,blowing his stiff fingers before stuffing them back in his pockets. He wandered on for a few minutes. The sounds of sirens blaring and people talking, stung his ears. It didn't matter though because soon he'd be away from it all and there would be quiet at last.