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then hung up.
    He looked at the bedside clock again. He panicked that he’d overslept and that she and Luke were waiting at the airport. But as the numbers defined themselves he could see it was only 3.17am.
    He was aware of Carla turning to him while he stared at his mobile. He waited for his recent memories to collate themselves and make sense of what he’d just heard. She sensed his anxiety and didn’t ask the obvious as he punched up the caller ID. He wasn’t surprised to find the number had been withheld. He felt her sit up and wait.
    The room and its position in time fell into place. He knew he hadn’t been mistaken about what had been said. His heart dropped a gear, but was still battering the base of his throat.
    â€œMight have been a wrong number.” But the caller’s question and sign off still reverberated.
    Carla was as convinced as he was. “What did they say?”
    â€œSomething about going online.” Not something about going online. Something about precisely what he’d find there, about him. There was no doubt the caller was baiting him.
    â€œOnline?” Carla sounded incredulous and relieved. Her daughter was in the air and it wasn’t the early morning call she’d dreaded.
    Will couldn’t release the same sigh of relief. The voice had been economical with its message, lingering briefly before hanging up as if to make sure he’d heard.
    Carla took refuge under the duvet again.
    Exhaustion was usually the only thing that persuaded them both to sleep. But last night they’d made love twice and been asleep for a good six hours. He wanted to slide back into bed as well, to make love again even though they soon had to get up to be at the airport.
    His inflating unease told him he wouldn’t be allowed to.

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
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    After dumping the phone in the bedside drawer Will decided he didn’t want to panic Carla. He waited for five long minutes before getting up. It sounded like a prank call and part of him just wanted to dismiss it, but one thing was force-feeding his anxiety, whoever it was had reached him on his private mobile. He owned two, but the one they’d called him on was the phone he used exclusively to keep in touch with Carla and Libby.
    â€œThirsty?”
    Carla’s hair hissed briefly as she shook her head against the pillow.
    His excuse established, he extracted the pair of shorts Carla had left tubed inside his trousers as she’d tugged them down his legs hours before. He slid them on and padded from the room.
    Downstairs he deactivated the alarm and made his way to the office. Despite the time of year the room was still cold and he shivered while he waited for the computer to boot up. He quickly stabbed his name into a search before he could have second thoughts.
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    William Frost  
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    The results cascaded and he recognised a row of three photographs of himself. He was smiling with a delegation from the US utilities board in the first, stood at the obligatory podium in the second and shaking hands with the president of United HydroPower in the third. He looked uncomfortable in all of them. He’d never been very good at freezing an expression for posterity. He didn’t look as uncomfortable as he felt now though.
    Libby was a Facebook addict, was forever uploading photos and clips to YouTube. Every moment of her life was shared with her legion of online friends. He dreaded to think how many images of him they’d been party to. She’d told him about a piece of software that would allow him to commit cyber suicide, remove every trace of him from the net. He’d been sorely tempted.
    His eyes descended the page. What could he possibly be targeted for? His family and position precluded him from any indiscretions, financial or otherwise. But he knew he was going to find something here. He hoped it was a prank or an industry journalist trying to probe into his home life. It had been