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.”

face clears. “Sure. Gimme

couple of A4 sheets. “Invoice and delivery note.” Shaking

of a scam, except that all it appears to have achieved is to sell

She swallows. “I’ve not done something stupid, have

the only intention was to sell you expensive underwear.” I

looking for, but somewhere in the

*****

my head. The 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

further search shows that the directors are authentic, actually exist as people and, judging by the

those alarm bells are still ringing.

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

two minutes. Welcome to Arcadia Lingerie!

I read on…

selling a quality product that speaks for itself,

my seat,

I

in my chair, but it’s only

not surprised. Yes, of

chair by my desk, slides a glass across to me. An inch of amber

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

me a silly grin. “Doing great. Just catching up on their sleep.” He leans in peering at my

the paperwork Charlotte gave me to him, along with some of the print-offs

shrugs. “What’s so

sip the malt, then

gets emails like that all the time, trying to sell her this or that: clothes, jewellery, bags, hats… For that matter, so

in Beth’s in-box purporting

pulls at his chin. “If I’m mentioned, it’s because the ad comes from one of the How To Spend It outlets. Usually trying to

This email professed

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

ten-second look at a Haswell

which case, why the personal connection

end. What did that email lead Charlotte to do? It purported to

with hackers,

not enough of a tech man to know but, just because a company is legitimate… It’s website too, perhaps… Does that necessarily mean that an individual page or link

course it fucking

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

pull up Charlotte’s email onto

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

attractive redhead wearing an emerald green corset. The model can’t match Charlotte for looks, but the suggestion is there: a red-headed girl in

was right on target, whoever they are. This is no random spam. It’s

know what I’ll find, I’ve done it three times already. The link is clean, with

website. There’s not even that attached tagging that tells the more alert reader that some associate account is going to earn a few

page, looking for anything out

then his. “Alright, so Charlotte’s on the Home Page. Where would she go next? How about the page it’s showing on the email? The one with the

link on the email doesn’t lead her…” And I

link doesn’t

her a request to

Christ!

have searched through to find it, scoured

would have

the other I mouse through menus until I find

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