James

Adam is safely born. Beth is asleep. Richard too…

Nervous exhaustion?

Lol!

It’s quiet. And it’s dark.

And it’s the first real chance I’ve had to sit quietly. To think…

… To consider what Charlotte said.

But… but… you sent me an email, with the link to the site and that photo. I went right through it. They had some lovely things. But I knew you liked that corset so I bought it.

I turn the words over in my head.

Not like her to fall for something like that… Way too canny…

Too suspicious…

So it must have been good.

?

It seemed to come from me…

So, someone had my email address…

And baited the message with something so perfect Charlotte had no reason to doubt it…

And they… they…

… they what?

They sold her a corset…

?

?

Weird or what…

Yes… What?

How could they know her that well? To target her so well?

*****

“Charlotte, do you still have that email? The one you said I sent you. Or have you wiped it?”

She glances up from her laptop. “I was just about to wipe it. Why?”

“I’d like to see it. And the invoice for the corset if you still have it. And the packing slip.”

frowns, then her face clears. “Sure. Gimme

a couple of A4 sheets. “Invoice and delivery

has all the hallmarks of a scam, except that all

swallows. “I’ve not done something

deal of trouble if the only intention was to sell you expensive underwear.” I

for, but somewhere in the back of my head,

*****

lingerie company appears to be a perfectly legitimate business. It’s been trading for nigh-on thirty years and the only thing that’s changed in that time is

is the same one as is connected with the website. A further search shows that the

bells are still ringing. Something

website has a newsletter. So, making a couple of adjustments to my online security first, I sign up and

into my inbox within two minutes. Welcome

I read on…

standard marketing stuff. Not inspired, but since they’re selling a quality product

sit back in my seat, fingers drumming the

I

chair, but it’s only

not surprised. Yes, of course.

it.” He pulls up a chair by my desk, slides a glass across to me. An inch of amber nectar sits in the bottom of

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

“Doing great. Just catching up on their sleep.” He

gave me to him, along with some of

glances at them, then shrugs. “What’s so exciting about a sales pitch

malt, then

sell her this or

in-box

of the How To Spend It outlets. Usually trying to persuade her that I need a new diamond watch,

This email professed to

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

ten-second look

case, why the personal connection to

email lead Charlotte to do? It purported

tactic with hackers, but this link was to a legitimate company, a legitimate

company is legitimate… It’s website too,

course it fucking

don’t you take a close look at the link and page together? Perhaps I can ask some numbskull questions that

up Charlotte’s email onto

to browse this site. Find something you like. Life’s getting

can’t match Charlotte for looks, but the suggestion is there: a red-headed girl in sexy underwear which, had I really sent this message, is just the kind of thing I

sender was right on target, whoever they are. This

the link to the website… again… I already know what I’ll find, I’ve done it three times already. The link is clean, with none of

the clicker to the home page of the target website. There’s not even that attached tagging that

page, looking for anything out of kilter.

Home Page. Where would she go

the email doesn’t lead her…”

doesn’t lead

her

Christ!

find it, scoured the

she would

of one hand, with the other I mouse through menus until

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