The day’s work was over for the family. It was late, and a gust of rain washed away the remaining tourists. It was a long day, and it could’ve been more profitable. Janet was tired, sitting in her window, the kids fast asleep in the next room. The rain stopped, it was warm and muggy inside. She had to go get some air.

She left the building, turned right, put her hood on and headed towards the beach. A moment later a tall, grey-haired but handsome man stepped up to her. He was wearing a suit.
“Janet. Can we talk?” – He showed a half-smile.
“Who the hell are you and how do you know me?” – Janet started to back away slowly, ready to run.
“Call me Martin. I’m sorry for the un-announced visit. I have a proposition for you.”
“You didn’t answer to how the bloody hell do you know my name.” – She stopped, casually putting her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket, where her right hand slowly grasped the hilt of a small knife.
“I know all about you, Janet. You are a professional. And that is why I came to you.”