Still, it’s good enough to make out the face…. Sort-of….
“Do you know him?” she asks.
“No. How long was he watching?”
“A good ten minutes that I noticed. I thought I was imagining things at first, but after a while I was sure, and I called you.”
“You’ve done well, Kirstie; very well. May I see your phone, please.”
“My phone?”
“Yes, your phone.” She seems unsettled by the request but passes me her mobile.
“Unlock it please.”
She hesitates
Oh, for pity’s sake….
“I don’t want to spy on your photo collection. I need to check the model and spec.”
Kirstie flushes and taps in a code. It only takes a minute to scour the menus to find that the model was obsolete a couple of years ago and even in its heyday was a low-end spec. “Mmmm, not a fantastic model, is it?”
A touch of grit in her
