The Writers' Circle

A smart dapper man stood on a street corner watching people hurrying to work

in a major city.  He was there for a reason he had been there for some weeks, 

watching who went where, how many clients went in and out each day.  He 

studied the routines of the staff and security guards, the money delivery and 

collection times at a major bank.

     He held an umbrella in his left hand, in his right hand a superking filtered 

cigarette.  He never threw cigarettes stubs away he always carried a small tin 

with a hinged lid, he stubbed out his cigarettes in the tin in that way, there 

wouldn't be any trace of his DNA lying about, he was always very careful about 

details like this, any litter he had he would take home and dispose of it there.