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.”

her face clears. “Sure.

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

offence at your being targeted. The thing is, this has all the hallmarks of a scam, except that all it appears to have

“I’ve

great deal of trouble if the only intention was

somewhere in the back of my head, alarm bells are

*****

legitimate business. It’s been trading for nigh-on thirty years and the only thing that’s

listed on the paperwork is the same one as is connected with the website. A further search shows that the directors are authentic, actually exist as people and, judging by the string of company

those alarm bells are still ringing.

has a newsletter. So, making a couple of adjustments to my online security first,

within two minutes. Welcome

I read on…

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

sit back in my

if I join

my chair, but it’s only Richard. “I

surprised. Yes, of course.

my desk, slides a glass across to me. An inch of amber nectar sits in

“Beth alright? And Adam?”

on their sleep.” He leans in peering at my face. “What’s

Charlotte gave me to him, along

so exciting about a

then take a

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

in-box purporting to

the ad comes from one of the How To Spend

This email professed to

“Personal email address?”

“No, work address.”

that’s public information. Anyone taking a ten-second

the personal connection

Swallows… “Perhaps you’re tackling this from the wrong end. What did that email lead Charlotte to do? It purported to advertise a lingerie website. What exactly did she

link. Click-baiting is a common enough tactic with hackers, but this link was

is legitimate… It’s website too, perhaps… Does

course it

at the link and page

up Charlotte’s email onto the screen, ‘from

might like to browse this site. Find something

there: a very 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 sexy underwear which, had I really sent this message, is just the kind of thing I would

right on target, whoever they are. This is

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

tagging that tells the more alert reader that some associate account is going to earn a few per cent on

home page, looking for anything

glass, 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

the email doesn’t lead her…” And I swallow my

doesn’t lead

Charlotte believes I have sent her a request

Christ!

it, scoured the menus until

would have

the knuckles of one hand, with the other I mouse through menus until I find the image from the

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