Late afternoon, I receive another call from Jeffrey. “I have some more information,” he starts, “some good, some not so good.”
I’m apprehensive. “Start with the bad bit first. I need to get it over with. Then anything else can only water it down.”
“Okay. Zoe said the technicians have finished with your computer and you can have it back.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” I say, wondering whether to feel relieved.
“It’s not. It’s what they found on it that’s not so good.”
I try to remember if there’s anything I’ve done on the computer which could be problematic. Although I occasionally use it for work, for me, its main purpose is for social networking and accessing YouTube. I occasionally play games, but I don’t gamble, and it holds no interest for me to access illegal sites. Then a recolle
