BODY ON BOND STREET

Wanting to keep Tomas under my watchful eye whilst he made his way back to full strength I had taken the liberty of renting the vacant apartment next to my own and had moved his valuables into it whilst he was in hospital.

It was bright, breezy and open plan - very easy to live in.

'Darling you really shouldn't have ...' Tomas smiled as he laid down on the bed and waited whilst I plumped his pillow. 'I can get extremely used to all this luxury.'

'Hon, it's not as if you live the life of a street bum as it is,' I replied. 'You don't often go without dining out seven nights a week, dressing in the finest that Saville Row has to offer and spoiling your boyfriends rotten if it suits you...'

'Darling, I like my boyfriends to spoil ME rotten ...' he smiled and laid back on the bed.

I turned on the large plasma screen and handed him the controls before speaking ...

'Oh Tomas, there is one more thing....'

'Hmmm?' he was half listening as he flicked through the channels before stopping on 'My Grandmother Stole My Boyfriend!'

'I've arrange a little 24-7 supervision for you ....'

With that I went to the door and called in the two nurses I had personally approved to care for Tomas from a very expensive 'nursing' agency.

Marcel and Anthony entered, tall, handsome, young and fit .....

'Just what the doctor ordered...' Tomas winked at me and turned off the TV ... 'Now then boys ...' I left him speaking to them ...'Are you any good at bedbaths...?'

Grabbing a taxi on the street below I made my way back to Picadilly, I needed to do some work. The launch of the swimwear lines was imminent and with Tomas out of action I would have to organise the whole event myself.

From the outside Amanda, Oh! was back to normal and the hustle and bustle of life on New Bond Street was the same as always. Fast, fabulous, chic, expensive and botoxed to within an inch of it's life.

I breezed in and cheerily exchanged greetings with my team before answering their questions on Tomas, like me they all loved him.

Once in my office I fired up my computer certain that I would have several hundred unattended emails.

I was about to access my inbox when my on-line google news flashed 'Breaking Story'.

A force of habit made me absent mindedly click onto it:

'BODY OF YOUNG WOMAN FOUND IN BOND STREET BIN'

I clicked onto it, what was this?

'The body of a tall, young, woman dressed in an expensive black suit was discovered by street cleaners at the back of New Bond Street, one of London's most expensive shopping addresses. New Bond Street, in the heart of Central London, is more used to catering for Billionaires than bodies.

The woman, identity unknown, had suffering appalling injuries.

Her facial features had been disfigured past any recognition and the surgical removal of her hands, feet and teeth will make identification of the body very difficult.

I sat back, wide eyed and stared at the screen ... this description fitted the build and dress of the woman who stabbed Tomas.

Was this woman Trudie Hewitt?

I sat back and thought hard .... the woman can't have been Trudie, if she had gone missing and had been murdered it would be global headlines by now ....

But if she was the woman who had broken into Amanda,Oh! what the hell had she wanted and, more importantly;

'What sort of sick bastard killed her ....?