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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

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a grainy shot of a busy

you point him out

a fair-haired man

zooms but the image is

tightens, resolving into a

you know him?” I

long was

that I noticed. I thought I was imagining things at first, but

very well. May I see

“My phone?”

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

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

screen, running through menus. After only a

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

you can afford, but in this case, given the excellent

“Er, no….”

???

didn’t think so. I’ll get something ordered for you with a decent camera and a lot more memory. I’d like to look at the laptop you’re

what was being used on the desk when I

when I’m passing through…. um, no, on second thoughts, it would look a bit odd for me to be sitting at the reception desk….” He

tap on the door: Francis, looking at me curiously, the lobby laptop in

Francis.” says James, “What’s the

“kirstie-01”

at me askance. “I think we can improve on that as a password, wouldn’t

didn’t think the information in there

may change,” he comments, jabbing at

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