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I wait until I am sure and then press the button below my desk. Then I tap onto the intercom. “Francis, is Mr Alexanders there?”

“He is, Kirstie, I’ll pass you through.”

“Hello, Kirstie. What can I do for you? Is this connected to the message that just came to my phone?”

“Yes, there’s a man in the cafe over the road, and he’s watching this building; everyone that comes in and out. I thought it was my imagination at first, but he’s definitely watching.”

“I’m on my way.”

Within two minutes, the elevator doors open and James steps out, making a point I think, of walking deliberately casually. He leans against my desk, his back to the front windows propping himself with arms folded, looking down at me as if he is simply chatting.

“Can you point him out to me, please.”

“He’s just left, while you were coming down. But I caught him on my phone camera.”

“Let me see.” He peers in at the two-inch image on my tiny screen.

“I’m sorry it’s not very good. I was trying not to be conspicuous about it and I couldn’t hold the phone still very easily.”

“Don’t worry about that, Kirstie. Email it to me and I’ll take a proper look at it.”

“Can you do anything with it? I don’t know much about this image-enhancing stuff.”

“No, but I do.”

“You do?”

He glances askance at me. “There’s a reason that I’m the Technical Director here, you know.”

back office. “Mrs Gillis, can you man the front

*****

laptop, a grainy shot of a busy

you point him out

a fair-haired man seated by the cafe

the image is very

into a

you know him?” I

long was he

things at first, but after

Kirstie; very well.

“My phone?”

and he holds out his hand, curling his fingers in a

He glances at it, back and front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want to spy on your

to him. He taps the screen, running through menus. After only

a bit deeper than mine, Sir. I bought the phone I

excellent work you did this morning,

“Er, no….”

???

and a lot more memory. I’d like to

I’ve no idea. It’s just what was being used on the desk when I started the

the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and sticks his head out. “Francis, could you pop down

there is a tap on the door: Francis, looking

James, “What’s

“kirstie-01”

think we can improve on that as a password, wouldn’t

thought about it. I didn’t think the information in there was very high

may change,” he comments, jabbing

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