Prologue

I have some creative writing I'm working on, whether it's going to be a novel or a screenplay or even ever finished, here's the prologue/teaser...

As the last dying rays of sunlight disappeared over the edge of the inner city skyscrapers, the basement office door of Beckham, Beckham and Wylie opened to admit a tall young man to the street, and closed again. The figure, smartly dressed in suit and overcoat, turned up his collar against the early evening wind, rushed up the steps leading to the footpath, and quickly headed up the narrow street.

He paused at the lights, and looked around impatiently as he waited for the peak-hour traffic to pass. The wind played with his brown hair, and rustled the overcoat about his legs. The traffic stopped, the lights turned green, and he stepped out into the busy road with the rush of office workers.

Abruptly he stopped, and turned. His eyes searched through the throng of people, and then glanced sharply upward, back down the street from where he had just come from. Ignoring the curses of the people around him, he pressed back across the street to the corner.

Eyes squinted in consternation, his gaze swept over the buildings down the street where he worked, and for the forth time that month, rested on a window in the guttered building directly opposite the law firm.

A sense of unease ran down his spine, and murmuring to himself slowly he turned back into the crowd, and crossed the busy street, deep in thought. Almost unconsciously he reached into his pocket for his car keys as he neared the car park complex. He reached the door, and dismissing any thoughts of what had just occurred with a shake of his head, he yanked the entry door open and disappeared inside.

A soft sigh passed ashen lips, and unblinking eyes continued to watch the car park door, almost willing the young man to return. High up in the abandoned building opposite the offices of Beckham, Beckham and Wylie, the lone figure stood unmoving in the lengthening shadows, his eyes never leaving the street below.

A flutter of pigeons caused the man to look around, and then with a whisk of indeterminable black clothing was gone, leaving nothing but started pigeons and swirls in the dust of fallen plaster.