*****

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.”

can you

*****

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

him out

fair-haired man seated by the cafe

the image is

resolving into

you know him?”

How long was he

I thought I was imagining things at first,

well, Kirstie; very well. May I see your phone

“My phone?”

your phone.” His tone is impatient, and he holds

looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want to spy on your photo collection. I need to check

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

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

this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have the equipment to match

“Er, no….”

???

ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more memory.

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

bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk….” He stands, opens the door and sticks his head out.

on the door:

James, “What’s the log-in,

“kirstie-01”

glances at me askance. “I think we can improve on that

thought about it. I didn’t think

he comments, jabbing at

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