Ian’s Mosman’s residences had unofficially become Sydney’s Espial headquarters. We had engaged in something of a verbal debate when I had first introduced Helen to him regarding the effectiveness of this venture. Conceding, I admitted the abuse of my stay with him and promised all activity regarding Espial operations would be maintained within the confines of my temporary bedroom. It seemed to convince him although I suspected that he would have a few words to his brother – my husband – regarding my behaviour. And so it was.
We were studying the screen and listening to Erica’s operation with Fiona, trying to figure out who the third party was. The bedroom had a similar resemblance to that of a teenage – the computer on the queen-size bed with the three of us seated around it. No real info
