A/n: A Serial Killer is on the loose in London. It's Wise's job to find him, but will he succeed? And what has Kathleen got to do with this all? Please R/R!    Scrabble Kathleen Amelia Redford, 19 years old and living in London, woke up by the ringing doorbell. She climbed out of bed and put on her bathing robe. Ze slipped into her bunny slippers and walked downstairs. Kathleen was a very succesful photographer, what very unusual was because she was just 19. Slowly she walked to the door and yawning she opened it. 'Hello' she said. 'Hello m'am. A package for you, if you could sign here please?' the man said, wich was identified by Kathleen as a postman. The man gave her a pen and she signed her autograph very quickly on a piece of paper. The man took the pen from her and gave the package to Kathleen. 'Have a nice day' the postman said and Kathleen shut the door. She didn't give much attention to the package and she put it on a small table under the mirror in the hall. Kathleen walked to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. When she was done she grabbed some microwave food out of the frigde and made it warm. She was rich, yes, but a bit lazy, so she almost always ate microwave food. The microwave beeped. She opened the small door and pulled the steaming cup out. She took a fork out of the drawer and she quickly ate her breakfast. When she was done she pick up a large mug and filled it with coffee. Black, that's how she liked her coffee best. With the mug in her hand she walked to the hallway. She put her coffee down on the table and opened the package. Surprised she took the paper of it. In the box the was a brand new camera. She picked it up and looked at it. 'This thing must've cost millions' she murmered softly. She looked again in the box. No card or anything was in it. She also couldn't think of anyone who could've send her such an expensive thing. She heared the clapping noise of the letter-box. Ze looked up and saw the newspaper fall on the ground. She picked it up and looked at the front page. Another body found in Bayswater. London, last night, at 10, Mr. Cristhon found the lifeless form of a woman at Bayswater Road Junction. Scotland Yard suspects that the murder is connected with the murder in Westminster. Police officer Houston says that the victem is murdered the same way as the woman who was found earlier this week in Westminster. Mr. Houston didn't give a comment about the process of the investigation of the Westminster murder. Kathleen had always been interested with murders. When she was young she always wanted to work with Scotland Yard and with the forensic inspectors at that. Her father also worked with the police. But he was shot at a murdercase last year. From that moment Kathleen didn't want to have anything to do with the police. From then on she put her mind on photography, and nothing else, just to forget her father. Her mother had died 3 years before that, the results of breast cancer. Kathleen throwed the paper down on top of the rest of the post. The paper fell exactly on top of a brown letter. If she had looked a little better, she would have seen that it was from Scotland Yard. Kathleen walked to her photography room. She put the new camera with her 3 other camera's and then she looked around the room. The walls were almost everywhere covered with pictures, awards and prizes. Kathleen's eyes focused on one picture, a picture of her parents and Kathleen as a baby, lying in her mother's arms. Kathleen smiled sadly and then she turned off the lights. She closed the door behind her and walked back down. She saw her mug, with the now cold coffee, standing on the small table. Kathleen picked it up and then bend down to pick up the post. With everything in her hands she walked to the kitchen. She throwed her coffee away in the sink and she then sat down at the kitchen table. She quickly looked through the mail. 3 tax-letters, 2 from the company she worked at, another 2 letters from her friends, the newspaper and the letter from Scotland Yard. She frowned when she looked at the letter and the she rubbed her eyes, to see if she wasn't imaging things. Slowly she picked up the letter and opened it. She took the letter out and looked at it for a few minutes. Then she read it. Dear Madam Redford, We, Scotland Yard, have heared of your succesful carrier and we would like to ask you for a favour. As you probably have heared, 2 murders have taken place this week. At the moment we are a bit short of photographers and that is why we would really appreciate your help. We hope to hear from you soon. Yours sincerely, Paul Strems Scotland Yard A/n: This is the first chapter, so what do you think?! Please tell me if I should continue!!!