The Bench - Part 3
Camille and Marcus The rain stopped shortly after Daniel left the park. For the next couple of hours the bench stood empty beneath the plane tree. Water still dripped occasionally from the branches above, but patches of blue had begun appearing between the clouds. The paths slowly dried and the lunchtime crowds started to emerge from nearby offices. Shortly before midday, a woman arrived and sat down on the bench. She looked at her watch. Then at the park gates. Then at her phone. A few moments later she sent a message. Whatever she had written, she seemed dissatisfied with it. Almost immediately she sent another. Then she returned to watching the entrance. She was in her late forties, elegant and self-possessed. Dark hair framed striking features, and although she was dressed professionally there was a restlessness about her that suggested this was not simply an ordinary lunch break. She was waiting for someone. A few minutes later a man appeared carrying a b...
