James
My mobile flashes a message.
Kirstie….
“Think I got sumtng”
My stomach rolls. I’m about to call her when, almost immediately, Francis buzzes me. “I have Kirstie on for you, James.”
“Put her through, please….”
“…. 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.”
Klempner’s spy….
In the descending elevator, I have about a minute to turn the scenario over in my head….
The cafe over the road….
So he can see in….
He will see me….
Easy does it….
Despite my gut instinct to dash across the lobby, I force myself to stroll, takin
