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into her usual parking space, the scattered white clouds disappeared to reveal, what could only be, a good day.  Her job involved a great amount of travel and her educated eye for detail, made her one of the most sought after travel photographers in England.  Sarah sat at her desk and switched on her computer, her assistant, Bridgett, bringing her a cup of black coffee.  Bridgett was now well into her fifties but far from feeling the years.  Sarah had always told Jack that she had the motivation of someone half her age.
         ‘Thank you, Bridgett, any messages?’
    ‘Saracen Holidays called late on Friday, but they said they’ll be phoning back today, something about their new beach huts in one of the Fijian islands, they weren’t very specific, they wanted to speak to you. I don’t think they wanted to reveal too much to me.’
    ‘We’ll just have to set them straight then, thank you, Bridgett.’ Sarah smiled and returned to the computer and opened up her Photoshop editing software.  There was a small beep from the phone on Sarah’s desk and Brigitte’s voice emitted from its speaker.
    ‘Saracen Holidays on line one for you, would you like to take it?’
    ‘Yes please, put them through.’
     
    Jack, in the meantime, sat opposite Shelton, Morgan and Grimlock, never before discussing what had gone wrong.
    ‘You say in your report that you assume Sperafico was tipped off,’ began Morgan, her thick, red-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose as she stared into Jack’s detailed report. Being an ex-field agent, she didn’t question his recollection of the events and proceeded to find out how much Jack really knew.  ‘Do you have an idea who it could be?’
    ‘No, but it was someone who knew I couldn’t make the shot from that angle.’
    ‘Although you tried,’ Shelton interjected, looking at his copy of the report.
    ‘Unprofessional on my part, I admit,’ replied Jack, now looking frustrated.
    ‘Surely, if Sperafico was tipped off, he would have used the front exit ensuring his certain safety,’ Morgan continued.
    ‘From the position I was in, it was impossible to get a clean shot.’  Jack’s mistake was now eating at him, and he knew that he was right about the leak.  ‘I phoned in the location to intelligence to ensure that it would be safe, anyone could have passed on that information to Sperafico.’
    ‘We checked the phone records, Jack,’ Shelton announced. ‘There were no calls to his room, or his mobile, between the time you cleared the location with intelligence and the time he exited the building.’
    ‘Not one, doesn’t that seem strange to you?’   Jack began to lose his calm disposition, rubbing his eyes with his fingertips and shaking his head.   Grimlock looked up from his paperwork, stroking his thin moustache.
    ‘We know from the past, Sperafico is very unpredictable, it could have been coincidence that he used that exit and the evidence you have given us is all very circumstantial, Jack, we can’t investigate a leak if we don’t know that we actually have one.’
    ‘He’s right, Jack,’ agreed Shelton reluctantly, ‘we’ll monitor his dealings as usual, and an attempt on his life may be a good enough reason for him to go back to his smaller operations.’
    ‘I think it’s for the best if you forget about this one Jack,’ Grimlock suggested, closing his copy of Jack’s report and placing it in the silver shredder behind him.
    Morgan took off her glasses and stood up from her chair.
    ‘That’ll be all thanks, Jack.’  And with that Jack left the office.
     
    Twelve thirty came round swiftly and the persistent rumbling sounds from Sarah’s stomach confirmed that it was lunchtime.  Her usual lunchtime spot was the Edwardian Restaurant, two streets away.  Her walk was brisk, only stopping to buy a novel on the way in the newsagents.  She read a lot, becoming an enthralled reader of fantasy literature during her first assignment, having time