*****

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.”

“Mrs Gillis, can you man the front desk, please.

*****

on James’ laptop, a grainy

you point him out

of a fair-haired man

zooms but the image is

and the image tightens, resolving into a recognisable

know him?” I

long was

ten minutes that I noticed. I thought I was imagining things at

done well, Kirstie; very well. May

“My phone?”

tone is impatient, and he holds out his hand, curling his fingers in

front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t

screen, running through menus. After only a few moments, he comments, “Mmmm, not a fantastic model, is

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

afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have the equipment to match the job.

“Er, no….”

???

ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more memory. I’d like to look at

It’s just what was being used on the desk when I started the

through…. um, no, on second thoughts, it would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and sticks his head out.

later, there is a tap on the door: Francis, looking at

James, “What’s

“kirstie-01”

think we can improve on that as a password,

it. I didn’t think the information in there

may change,” he comments, jabbing at

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