The woman pushed her cup forward on the sidewalk and tucked her bare feet under her blanket. A new swell of commuters spilled out of the underground, blinked in the morning light, and rushed past her. She fixed her eyes on the sidewalk and pulled her shawl forward over her face as a businessman in a Louis Vuitton suit aimed a two Euro coin at her cup. It missed and rolled away to land just out of arm’s reach. The woman ignored it.
At 8.15am a man wearing runners and pushing a buggy slowed to a stop in front of the woman. She lifted her shawl a little and narrowed her eyes. He was young, with bright cheeks and a scar under his left eye.
“I only have two Euro,” the jogger said.
The woman nodded her head. “A croissant only costs one.”
The jogger knelt down to fish around in the storage compartment under his pram. “You said you had something of interest to our organization?” he asked.
“I have the names of ten American agents,” said the woman. “I want three million dollars.”
“We’ll pay two.”
"Deal," the woman said.
The jogger wrestled a large black duffel bag out of the storage compartment, biceps straining against the weight. He tossed it on the sidewalk. "Cash okay?"
She handed him a folded piece of paper and confirmed that the bag was filled with cash.
He unfolded the paper and looked over the list:
1. Miss Snark
2. Hannah Rogers
3. Kristin Nelson
4. Janet Reid
5. Irene Goodman
6. Donald Maass
7. Erin Niumata
8. Curtis Brown
9. William Morris
10. Jenny Bent
"Hey, just one minute," he said. "Two of these people are the same person." He looked up to find the woman long gone.
Oh well, he thought, the joke's on her. We were willing to go as high as 2.5 million.
Opening: Libby.....Continuation: Anonymous