The scenery was picturesque, but distracting. Everywhere he looked he saw exotic flowers: purple, pink and violet lighting the way like a rainbow. He started again and stopped, now seriously confused. Richmond Park is officially the largest of London’s royal parks, but it was also the one he knew least well. The instructions he had received earlier that day had been unspecific, but even if he had been given precise directions, following them to the letter would have been almost impossible. Navigating the 2,300-acre park without a map was like being lost in a maze. He made it over one of the many footbridges that crossed one of the streams and continued through the woodland. At that moment his mobile phone began to ring. Momentarily stunned, he looked around in every direction before accepting the call. “Yes?” “Keep heading to your left.” The call terminated immediately, increasing his sense of unease. The feeling of being watched was growing on him, intensified by the unfamiliar surroundings.
