*****

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

*****

on James’ laptop, a grainy shot of a

him

of a fair-haired man

but the image is very

resolving into a recognisable face.” He rubs his chin,

know

long was he

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

very well. May I see your

“My phone?”

holds

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

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

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

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

“Er, no….”

???

with a decent camera and a lot more memory. I’d

being used on the desk when I started the

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

there is a tap on the door: Francis,

James,

“kirstie-01”

“I think we can improve on that as a password, wouldn’t you

never really thought about it. I didn’t think the information in there was very high

change,” he comments, jabbing at

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