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quietly, ‘he lives there now.’
    ‘How the fuck do you know that?’
    ‘We know lots of things, Mike.’
    ‘What the fuck is this?’ I feel the first simmer of anger starting to bubble up.
    ‘Please.’ She smiles at me with genuine warmth. ‘Drink your coffee.’
    ‘I don’t want the fucking coffee. How do you know where he is? Nobody knows where he is. He disappeared.’
    ‘He did,’ she agrees, ‘to Belgium.’
    ‘Cryptic fucking bollocks,’ I spit, ‘what the fuck…’ I glare at her then round at the room, ‘did he do this? Is this a fucking trap? The money he got…he paid for this to get me trapped…fucking cunt…where is he?’
    ‘Mr Humber,’ she says calmly, ‘I can reassure you that is not the case.’
    ‘What is the fucking case then?’
    ‘That is why you are here.’ She smiles again.
    ‘What? What the fuck you on about?’
    ‘For the case.’ She tilts her head back. ‘We’re going to offer you a case.’

Three
     
    Sometimes things move so fast that it generates a feeling of floundering and confusion. That it’s being done on purpose is only another worrying aspect of it all. Thoughts race through my mind, questions that demand answers but then sometimes doing fuck all is the right thing to do. So I sip my coffee and wait.
    She sips her coffee and waits.
    We sip coffee and wait.
    ‘Were you looking for me?’ I ask after a long pause. It stands to reason this is the right question to ask.
    She sighs before answering, ‘the ego of man. I rather think that’s the first unintelligent thing you’ve said so far.’
    ‘Thanks for the coffee.’ Placing the mug down I start towards the door.
    ‘Mike, sit down.’
    ‘You’re very beautiful,’ I don’t bother turning round to face her, ‘but I don’t like being played. It happened before…bye.’
    ‘You can’t get out.’ She’s out of the chair and following me down the corridor.
    ‘Watch me.’
    ‘Huntington House?’
    I turn quickly to glare at her.
    ‘Huntington House,’ she repeats, ‘where you were played? Is that right? Tessa? The ghost?’
    Tessa was the honey trap who I fell for and then saved when the people who paid her to fuck my life up turned on her, ‘is she here?’ the words come out quickly, ‘have you seen her?’ She walked out on me the day Lord Huntington was sentenced to life in prison, the only survivor from the stately home I burnt down. I woke up and she was gone. She left a note though saying sorry so that makes it all alright.
    ‘No, she’s not here but,’ she pauses to make sure I’m paying full attention, ‘we did speak to her.’
    ‘When?’ I take a step towards her. ‘Where? How?’
    ‘Mike, come back and sit down and we’ll go through everything.’
    ‘You’ll tell me right now or I’m gone.’
    ‘You can’t leave at this moment,’ she states with an almost apologetic exhalation of breath.
    Can’t leave at this moment? I should stay and listen. I should put my tail between my legs and head back into that room and drink more coffee and maybe even eat a chocolate chip brioche roll. These people have made efforts to find me and find out about my life. They found Tessa. Tessa.
    ‘Fuck you,’ I’m too angry to do anything I’m told, ‘stubborn and aware of social manipulation.’
    I head towards the stairs and spot the big gorilla glancing up with a head tilt as he listens to instructions being passed through the covert earpiece.
    ‘Mr Humber,’ his voice is deep and full of authority, ‘please go back with…’
    ‘I’m leaving.’
    ‘I’m afraid I can’t let you do that, Mr Humber.’
    ‘I’m leaving, get the fuck out of my way.’
    He steps in front of the door which is just stupid as I don’t know the access code and I don’t have a swipe card to activate the door. I bet he does though and he’ll know the access code. ‘Open the door.’ I nod curtly. ‘Holding me here against my will is false imprisonment.’
    ‘Sorry, Mr Humber.’ Not a glimmer