From the window he could see her crossing the square.
She walked with the graceful glide that he knew so well, the way she walked into his life all those years ago. She had literally swept him off his feet. He thought back to those early times; dates in restaurants and theatres, admiring glances from men wherever they went. She had always been a beautiful woman, had always dressed well. A gentle smile crossed his face as he considered the fact that from the first time he set eyes on her he was smitten. It had been infatuation; as simple as that. It had taken an embarrassingly long time before he realised just how besotted he had become with her.
As he watched, she walked out of a building’s shadow into the bright sunshine.
He checked the shooting rest and the silencer. He breathed out slowly. His finger tightened gradually as the crosshairs came to rest…
