Casting the net
Fermín Encinas reconnected to the email of his secret informer. After the briefing at the station, there remained a lot of loose ends to investigate and he wanted to see if his associate could help him.
Once he was logged in, he typed a very direct question:
‘Is someone from the security company involved?’
He left it in the draft folder as before and poured himself a whisky while he waited for the answer. He didn’t know whether it would take five minutes or five days, so every now and then he would log on and log off again. Until, on one occasion, there was something new waiting for him.
‘The head of security for the night shift.’
The answer was clear, concise and to the point.
‘Why hasn’t he been arrested?’ was Encinas’ next question. And the answer came almost imm
