*****

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.”

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

*****

on James’ laptop, a grainy shot of

point him

of a fair-haired man

zooms but the

into a recognisable face.” He rubs his chin,

you know him?”

How long was he

things at first, but after a while I

well, Kirstie; very well. May I see

“My phone?”

impatient, and he holds

to him. 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 photo

taps the screen, running through menus.

pockets are a bit deeper

his brows. “My apologies, Kirstie. I meant no offence. Of course, you buy what you can afford, but in this case, given the excellent work you did this morning, I want

“Er, no….”

???

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

on the desk when I started

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

later, there is a tap on the door:

James,

“kirstie-01”

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

it. I didn’t think the information in there was

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