Iris Bell finally returned to her flat on the Southbank just after midnight.

  The streets of London were slick with rain, neon reflections rippling across wet cobblestones. She kicked off her boots, letting the small puddles drip across the mat, and leaned against the door for a moment, closing her eyes. Today had been such a long journey of none ending interviews, paperwork, strategy meetings ,etc.... Her body ached as it always did after a day of mental exertion.

  In the kitchen, she made herself a small meal: a boiled egg, a slice of toast, a cup of strong tea. As usual ;Everything was precise, nothing wasted, nothing out of place. She ate quietly, savoring the warmth and calm. Her apartment, spotless as always ;every corner reflects Our Iris ,her inner self .

  After eating, she ran a hot shower. Steam filled the small bathroom, and she let the water wash over her, loosening muscles and thoughts alike. By the time she was out, wrapped in a towel and slipping into pajamas. The city outside had settled into a soft hum: distant traffic, the river's muted ripple, the faint echo of a church bell.

  Iris moved to her bed, closing her eyes. For a few fleeting moments, she allowed herself to rest, to imagine that the city could be calm.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  And then the phone rang.

  Sharp, insistent, impossible to ignore. She snatched it from the nightstand.

  "Bell," she said, voice groggy but steady.

  "Detective Bell," the dispatcher said, tone tight. "Unit 12. Possible homicide beneath the Lambeth Bridge. Patrol on scene. You're needed immediately."

  Iris swung her legs over the side of the bed. Heart rate quickening, she moved with quiet efficiency. The night she had just been trying to escape dissolved in an instant.

  Her life knows no calmness nothing is on her side everything seems different difficult for her .

  Her heart was pounding in her throat as she was driving through london's streets the Rain has already started reflecting the tightness of her mind of the whole situation .

  By the time she arrived at the bridge, the rain had intensified, turning London's streets into mirrors of fractured light. The Thames moved sluggishly beneath the arches, carrying a heavy mist. Streetlights shimmered through the fog, outlining shadows and dark corners.

  Police vehicles formed a jagged frame of flashing blue and red. Patrol tape flapped in the wind. Even at this distance, she could sense the deliberate nature of the scene beneath the bridge. Something about it made her chest tighten,it was not fear ;not that kind of feeling , but an uneasy recognition she couldn't name.

  Inspector Daniel Cho was already there, umbrella useless in the downpour. Sergeant Lina Tan knelt at the edge of the cordon, examining the wet ground with precise care. Dr. Farid Malik crouched at the scene, gloved hands steady, eyes sharp.

  Iris Approached !!

  Her boots hit the wet concrete, echoing slightly under the bridge's shadow. She crouched instinctively as she approached.