Bouras

And then, he saw them, a burly older man and a young woman. They were accompanied by a group of bodyguards hanging around discreetly. Not that the average tourist would have made them out but Bouras, with a lifetime’s experience in tracking celebrities, knew immediately that he was looking at bodyguards.

His antennae up and receiving signals now, he watched them keenly, his camera trained on them but discreetly.

It was the woman who caught his attention. Her flowing mane of brown hair, her laugh, a tinkling laugh, completely free of any guile, he thought wistfully, and the look on her face as she gazed at her companion; it...