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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.”

Gillis, can you man the front

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laptop, a grainy shot of

point him

the blurred face of a fair-haired man seated by

but the image is

tightens, resolving into a recognisable

you know him?” I

How long was

things at first, but after a while I

very well. May I see your

“My phone?”

is impatient, and he holds out his

glances at it, back and front, looking unimpressed, then says “Unlock it please.” As I hesitate, “I don’t want

to him. He taps the screen, running through menus. After only a few moments, he comments, “Mmmm, not a fantastic model, is

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

the excellent work you did this morning, I want you to have

“Er, no….”

???

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

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

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

tap on the door: Francis, looking

says James, “What’s the log-in,

“kirstie-01”

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

I didn’t think the information

change,” he comments, jabbing

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