She screamed, dropping the envelope and took a step back. Dangerously close to the edge of the clock hand.

The man took a step closer to her and pulled a revolver out of his pocket.

“You won’t get away with this,” she said defiantly and stuck out her chin.

He man didn’t answer he just stared at her with a certain fondness which was very strange.

Big Ben moved underneath then. Another minute gone by until her dear husband would be killed. She had to get back.

“Please let me go. I have to save my husband.”

Again the man didn’t respond, but took another step closer and she instinctively took another step back.

“Let me leave. I beg of you.”

Again no answer.

“What do you want with me?”

This time she got an answer...

It was bullet to the head.