Pierre Pettigrew, walking up Victoria Street, north from King, at 11:58 a.m. today.
Pierre wore a sober yet stylish dark blue business suit. His luxurious mane of hair was combed back, streaks of grey catching the bright, noon sunlight. He carried himself well, striding with ease and assurance along the pavement. Just north of King he turned left into a building - though whether for lunch at the Metropolitan resto bar or to a meeting in one of the many an offices there I dared not allow myself to guess.