Which is when the nerves start to jangle. Bound to – I’m a technophobe. I’ve referred to myself before now as a luddite but, if my limited understanding of history serves me correctly, that’s not strictly accurate or fair. At least the Luddites set out to destroy the machinery. With me, it’s entirely involuntary. If there’s a book called Technology for the terminally stupid, I’d probably have to send it back for setting the bar too high. I’m the sort who sends messages to the wrong person and composes posts and tweets which disappear off the page before I’m ready to send them. I have tried my best. I’ve even bought a webcam and managed (OK – maybe with a bit of help) to get it set up for Zoom sessions. But Facebook Live? That feels like a massive leap into the swamp. It would help if I could stop calling it FaceTIME Live, which I’ve done in at least two posts I know of. Even I can see that’s a bit if a tautology. Still . . . nothing ventured, nothing suffered, so out go the posts and tweets advertising the event and I hear all the exit doors slamming behind me with each click of the mouse.
And on the day I’m nervous. It’s not the thought of talking live for an hour. I can do that standing on my head. Shutting me up is more likely to be the issue. And it’s not the possibility that I might be sitting there, babbling away to an audience of six relatives and a couple of trolls. When you’ve taught for 45 years, you sort of get used to the idea that nobody’s listening. No, it’s just the realisation that once I click that Live button, I’m completely at the mercy of technology.
So we get set up early and it all seems so straightforward that I wonder why I was worried. Elaine is in there, just out of camera shot, ready to field the comments as they scroll up the screen and feed questions to me. Gemma is on the other end of the phone in case of emergencies. What can go wrong?
Then one night he made a mistake.
He left a witness at a crime scene. Alive.
Now, he is haunted by the memories of that young girl. Her face a constant
reminder of the life he chose to leave behind.
Time has passed and now he wants answers: Whatever happened to her?
Anna Hill is an aspiring singer, but the bars and clubs she works in are far from exciting. When she is given the opportunity to work in Portugal, she takes it. This is her chance to finally kick-start her career.
But the job offer comes at a price; one that will endanger the lives of those she knows, and those she doesn't.
Becoming involved with the Syndicate is risky, and Anna will need her instincts to work out who to trust - and who not to . . .
Published by Zaffre, 9 July 2020
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