He moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Danny Tripps had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn't even know about.
His friends words came back to him, as they always did when he looked at the setup. Information is power." Edwin smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
It was two in the morning and high time he had some stress relief.
He got up from his desk, winced at the pain in his back and moved to the door of his office, part of his home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs as was his habit. He'd always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
It had begun with his friend Danny's death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
The simple system allowed him to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and he was viewing it in reverse.
He settled his fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Danny's favourite PA, Patricia,.
They're all interlinked in one way or another, so look out for more in the future. JJ * Edwin Edwin looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and rubbed at his eyes.
I've got three more novel-length tales written and a fouth nearly completed. It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
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