Free Secret Reflection by Jennifer Brassel Page B

for getting back to me.’ She sat at the desk, careful to keep her back to the mirror and buttoned her shirt as she spoke. ‘I need to pick your brain for an assignment I’m working on here in England.’
    ‘Fire away, be glad to help in whatever way I can.’
    Kelly detected a slight smile in his voice and couldn’t help responding in kind. ‘I need to know what to be looking for if I think a place is bugged. I have a situation where I know there is surveillance, but I cannot find anything at all. The place has apparently been professionally swept, but I don’t trust it. Can you help?’
    ‘Sure. Give me your email address and I’ll send you some pics of the latest in spy gadgetry. They can be incredibly small, but equally expensive so if you are being watched, someone is paying big money to do it. Any idea why?’
    Kelly had been afraid he’d ask that question. ‘It’s a very long story so I won’t bore you with it now since you’re paying trans-Atlantic phone charges.’
    That brought a laugh down the line. ‘Not this bunny. One of the perks to this job is to be able to communicate around the world at no cost.’
    ‘Still, at this stage I can’t reveal too much. Perhaps after I’ve finished the assignment I’ll tell you all about it.’
    ‘Over dinner?’
    She pursed her lips. He was pleasant enough though not in the least her type, but dinner she could do. ‘Sounds nice.’
    ‘It’s a date then.
    ‘Check out the images I send, and make sure you pay particular attention to the dimensions. Some are incredibly small. If you still can’t find the items let me know and I’ll get the name of the best expert there in London. Actually, I’ll track him down and include his contact details in the email. Give me a couple of hours to load all the images. I hope you’ve got high speed cable or satellite. The file might be slow in coming otherwise.’
    ‘It’ll be fine. Thanks, Graham, you’re a life saver.’
    ‘The problem that serious?’
    She chuckled. ‘Not at all – just a figure of speech. I’ll wait for that email and if your information solves the problem, I’ll buy that dinner when I get back to LA.’
    ‘We can argue about it when you get here. I’ll look forward to it.’
    ‘Me too.’
    As she rung off she chewed her inner lip hoping she hadn’t just led the poor man on. Her divorce had made the headlines back home so he’d know she was now a free agent and she recalled he’d once made a pass at her, a few years ago, just before she met Frank.
    Turning to the mirror, she wondered whether she should find some spare sheets and cover the thing so she could sleep without fear of being watched. But then, there was no way of knowing how she was being watched, or from where. She didn’t dare ask Nancy for another room – that would be impossible to explain without revealing that she’d made contact with their ghost.
    The four-poster had fancy bed curtains, she’d simply close them on all sides and pray that the camera wasn’t hidden within the headboard somewhere.
    The rest of her evening passed without any appearance from the phantom, adding more weight to her suspicion that the poor actor was taking a break from his performance. Graham’s email, when it arrived, was quite large and unfortunately she didn’t have a printer available so she saved the images to disk and promised herself she’d find somewhere in London, on Wednesday morning, to print them up.
    Still a little tired from the flight and the change in her body clock, she begged off dinner and took herself to bed for an early night.
    So, she thinks to hide behind the curtains, does she? John Tarrant mused. While he couldn’t see her, he could hear the slow even breaths that signalled a deep and sound sleep. He’d watched her earlier, as she conversed with her little handbox, but made certain not to reveal himself. After the revelations he’d bestowed upon her about Elizabeth and his predicament, he felt it prudent to