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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.”

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

*****

displays on James’ laptop, a grainy shot of a busy

you point him out

face of a fair-haired

the image is very

into a recognisable face.” He rubs his

you know

How long

noticed. I thought I was imagining things at first, but after a while

Kirstie; very well. May I

“My phone?”

His tone is impatient, and he holds out his hand,

“Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want to spy on your photo collection.

my passcode and return it to him. He taps the screen, running through menus. After only a few

your pockets are a bit deeper than mine, Sir. I bought

can afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to

“Er, no….”

???

a decent camera and a lot more memory. I’d like to look

just what was being used on the desk when I

at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and

there is a tap on the door:

Francis.” says James, “What’s the log-in,

“kirstie-01”

askance. “I think we can improve on that as a password,

about it. I didn’t think the

may change,” he comments, jabbing

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