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attempted once, unsuccessfully, in the past.
    But he was sure the mock civility of the woman’s voice concealed something ugly. He clicked through the pages of results and one of them immediately drew his eye as he remembered what she’d said before hanging up. Kiss, kiss, kiss.  
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    williamfrostxxx.net/  
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    Three kisses – triple x? There was no other information below the listing. Surely it couldn’t be a porn site. He clicked on it.
    The page quickly configured itself. A deep purple background loaded up with images of his home. Photos of room interiors he knew were recent because they’d only been redecorated in the past few months. They were exactly the kind that Will had fought to keep out of the public domain. Now his family privacy was available for anyone in the world to scrutinise. He scrolled down them, quickly acknowledging that something united all the pictures.
    Briefly he considered that they might have been stolen from Carla’s online archive. She used a community image storage facility to share snaps and décor progress reports with family and friends. A quick scan of the stills of the front lounge, kitchen and hallway confirmed they’d been taken from outside the house. The photographer had stood at each window and furtively captured the interiors.
    Cool tingles travelled from his shoulders down the backs of his arms. What was this, the beginnings of a concerted intimidation campaign? Motex Radials glided back into his thoughts like a note thrust under a door. He moved the slider down the side of the screen and revealed photos of the other rooms in the house with their sleek lifestyle appliances – the Blu-Ray home cinema in the TV room, micro-media centre in the lounge and the electronic incline trainer in the gym. The minimalist furnishings made the rooms look more like glossy showrooms than spaces in a family home.
    Somebody had trespassed to secure them and he realised the stills had been taken at leisure while Carla had been in. In the dingy light of the one taken of the office he was standing in he could see her working at her desk on the opposite side of the room. They’d been feet away from her.
    A car could easily be concealed in the copses of trees around the perimeter and a ladder was all that was needed to gain entry. Would Motex really go to these lengths? If this had nothing to do with the protest then blackmail was the obvious incentive. But did whoever it was think this scare tactic sufficient enough to extract money?
    His brain attempted a speedy audit of his past. Was there an industry rival who might bear him a grudge? Or had organised crime decided it was his turn?
    In the photo taken of the kitchen he could see through to the window at the other side and the shaded parking area beyond. He recognised the potted sequoia tree that Carla had recently positioned there. How long since she’d been presented it as a gift at the Water Aid Alliance dinner? No more than six weeks ago.
    Below the last image it said:
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    CHECK YOUR EMAIL AND GO HOME  
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    Will heard a movement upstairs. Carla was up. He often snuck into the office on weekends and she saw it as her duty to extract him. He’d been gone too long from bed and soon she would be standing in the doorway demanding his withdrawal.
    He quickly logged into his Ingram email account and scanned the contents of the inbox. Nothing jumped out at him. A lot of internal memos and holiday snaps from Libby. There were also the usual chasers from people who wanted his presence at industry conventions plus updates from the Water and Health Bureau. He checked his spam for anything that had been filtered out, but found only junk.
    Why wouldn’t the creators of the website expect him to immediately pick up the phone to the police? He felt a jolt of fear. He returned to his inbox and opened Libby’s last email. His eyes had barely grazed the header because he’d received so many