‘Hmm,’ she said, looking around to get her bearings. ‘I’m not sure. The guy just said his name was Paul and that he would be at the JFK memorial and that I would know him when I see him. The memorial is this way,’ she pointed toward their destination.

Elle raised her eyebrows. ‘He actually said that? That you would know him when you see him?’

Penny nodded. Keeping pace with her, her sister shook her head in some disbelief. ‘And that doesn’t seem a bit odd to you? A red flag even?’ she questioned. ‘Some stranger asking to meet in person and telling you that you will simply know him when you see him? Colin was right – you really did need someone to come here with you. You’re way too trusting, Penny.’

Chuckling at the suggestion that she didn’t know how to take care of herself, Penny waved a hand, dismissing Elle’s comments. ‘You’ve been living in the big city too long. It’s not that odd at all actually. Plenty of people meet strangers in public. And you don’t always have to give a detailed description of what you are wearing or what you look like to draw someone to you. There is an actual Law of Attraction you know, in that people who are looking for each other can usually spot the person in question – crowded place or not. Besides, I’m sure we will recognise him; he’s likely to be carrying a record, isn’t he?’

Admittedly, she had a point, Elle thought. But she was glad that she had come here with her all the same. One could never be too sure, after all and that so-called ‘Law of Attraction’ had the capability of attracting crazies, too.

The pair walked brusquely toward the centre of the square, where the John F. Kennedy Memorial stood. Reaching the base of the bronze artwork, Penny cast an eye about, looking for the ‘Paul’ they were to meet. Elle wondered if Penny’s notion about the ‘Law of Attraction’ would prove true or if they would be left standing here, looking around.

‘Do you see anyone holding an album?’ Penny asked, looking at her watch. ‘It’s twelve noon on the dot now. Right on time.’

She looked around the mass of people who were congregated in the square – this area in itself was a popular meeting place, and a busy traffic junction.

Checking her watch again, Elle shifted her weight from one foot to the other. ‘I hope this guy hurries, I’m cold.’ The weather up here in the West was always considerably colder than the South East, and she longed for the sunny skies they’d left in Mulberry Bay first thing that morning.

However, as she thought about her next words, Penny was distracted by a busker on the other side of the square singing a song she recognised. It was Eight Days A Week.