A huge room with loads of workstations in front of a fucking great screen. Kind of “Ground control to Major Tom . . . Houston, we have a problem . . .” Something like that. Okay, so his earlier surveillance hadn’t exactly backed up that theory, but this? A little windowless room with one single desk at the right-hand end. White walls, gray plastic floor, not even a bloody coffeemaker. There was a hefty-looking double door opposite with a little window showing rows of computer cabinets. A distant rumble from the servers in there, mixed with the hum of the air con. And that was pretty much it. The place even smelled of antiseptic . . . “Why the hell didn’t you mention that you installed the security system?!” he hissed at his own little nimrod. Rehyman shrugged. “You didn’t ask,” he replied as he pulled out his laptop again. You didn’t ask!! Of course, I should have asked . . . Note to self: remember to strangle this prize retard as soon as you get out of here intact!
