He had taken a photograph of her as she was leaving a convenience store. He had parked his car on the opposite side of the road. She had only been in for a minute, and had come out with a plastic litre bottle of milk. She had driven off, back in the direction of her house.
He forwarded the photograph, and waited. He didn’t wait long. The text came back within fifteen seconds.
He waited. Nothing came back. He got nervous.
Another wait. He knew not to push. A full minute passed. He fidgeted in the car seat, took a swig of mineral water. His mobile chimed. The answer came.
He took a long breath.