CHAPTER 1

In her poor home in Florida, America, Anna cleans

potatoes. Before he can clean and throw the last potatoes

in the pan, suddenly three policemen invade the house.

Surprised and frightened, Anna makes a cry of terror.

Anna Jackson:

A! What do you want from me?

He asks the police, while he is removed from the pan.

Police officers:

You're Tom Jackson's wife, right?

Annie Jackson:

Correctly. He's my husband. Is something happening to

him? He didn't call me for six hours now...

Noon and Emily Dickinson is at the Bank, in New York.

Flimsy, weak, with a beautiful face and bodysuit, with

grace and style, she comes out of the entrance holding an

umbrella. Opening it, she sees opposite her the cars

heading quickly. She has a scarlet bag on her shoulder,

which fits perfectly with her red coat. With a rapid step

she heads towards the black Jaguar her. It rains

torrentially and rushes back to her home. Emily

Dickinson, the bank's manager.

Somewhere at 2 o'clock in the morning, The phone of

Police Officer Jack Rowland rings. Heavily asleep, he is

slow to hear the phone, but after a few seconds he wakes

up and picks up the phone.

Jack Rowland:

Yes, forward?

On the other line of the headset, the lieutenant of the

police station is heard. She tells him that Tom Jackson

is dead. He was found somewhere far away in a car shot.

He had stolen photographs and some drawings of classic

buildings of heavy historical and not only value, from

the construction company in which he worked, the next day

his wife Anna was informed of the outcome of her husband.

Lieutenant:

Good evening. Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Policeman,

but something very tragic is happening. Tom Jackson was

found dead shot in his car.

Constable:

Yes, I'm known for the designs. That is why the

investigations were carried out. The outcome is very sad.

Thank you lieutenant. If you don't have anything else to

convey to me, have a nice evening.

Lieutenant:

That is what I had to say to you, Mr. PoliceMan. Good

evening and sorry for the inconvenience.

Saturday morning, headmistress Emily Dickinson leafs

through fashion magazines, lying on the couch in her

living room, sipping coffee in her expensive home. She

gets up and goes to the bathroom mirror while getting

ready to take a shower and get ready for her appointment

with the hairdresser. After being undressed, she entered

the bathtub, began to take a bath when her cell phone

suddenly rings.

Emily Dickinson:

Yes, please?

At the other end of the line is the New York City Police

Department.

Police Directorate:

Good morning, Mrs. Dickinson, we would like to inform you

that Constable Jack Rowland, shed light on the case about

the plans of the construction company you are working

with. He would like an appointment with you.

Emily Dickinson:

Yes, of course it could be arranged on Monday morning in

my office, at the bank, if it is not difficult. You know

my busy schedule doesn't allow me any appointments other

than those of the job itself.

Police Directorate:

All right, we will pass it on to Mr Rowland, and we hope

everything goes well. Thank you.

Emily Dickinson:

Me too, have a nice day.

Outside Jack Rowland's house a hustle and bustle is

heard. He goes to the window to see. A woman and a man

quarrel and shout loudly. He fails to understand why.

Jack Rowland, a lonely police officer, around 45, with no

family and children, but with a very good position in the

police. Beautiful, fit but not strong, with thin facial

features and a brilliant mind.

He leaves the window and goes to the office to read his

newspaper. Near the 9th page, the newspaper writes about

the murder of wiretapping Tom Jackson, a secretary of the

international real estate construction company Co &

Mark's. Closes the newspaper while the phone rings.

Jack Rowland:

Please?

Police Directorate:

Yes, Mr. Police, your appointment with Mrs. Emily

Dickinson, the bank's manager, was arranged for 11 a.m.

on Monday, at the bank where Mrs. Dickinson works. You'll

be able to meet her, right?

Jack Rowland:

Correctly. I will be there at 11 to inform her of the

progress of the situation. Thank you.

With renewed mood and joy, Emily Dickinson, after

returning from the hairdresser's salon in the afternoon

to evening of the same day, said to leaf through the

newspaper to see the overnight theaters. She finds one of

her liking and decides alone to see one of her favorite

shows, the same and all night.

She closes the newspaper, walks towards the living room,

reaches the stairs, climbs them up and heads to her room;

she opens the closet and decides to put on a black dress

after taking a shower. She showers. He exits the shower

and heads to the room to get dressed, putting on the

underwear and getting dressed.

After getting dressed, he put on the most beautiful gold

necklace, took the bag and car keys, went down the stairs

and closed the door.