On a windy New England morning, a man looked out of the window.

On a windy New England morning, a man looked out of the window. The only thing he saw, the Charles River. A smile spread across his face as he spotted James, his broker, sitting on a bench enjoying the weather. It started drizzling. James got up and started to walk towards his car. He tried to wave to his Beacon Hill broker, but his broker disappeared, his smile turned upside down. Reality came crashing down as the drizzle turned into a storm. The murdered corpse of a Beacon Hill broker consumed his mind. On a windy New England morning, a man looked out of the window of his Nashua Street jail cell.