Back The Dead Wife
Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Acknowledgements
  47. About the Author
  48. Also by Sue Fortin
  49. About the Publisher

She looked back at the notebook. Camera 230 – was that possibly a model number? She tried putting it into the browser but had no luck in finding out exactly what it was. If she could find out what Elizabeth was interested in, then it may help Steph build up a better understanding of what was going on at Conmere. Steph thought for a moment how she was going to do this. A few minutes later, taking a deep breath, she phoned the number.

‘Hello. Jaspers Cameras and Accessories. Can I help you?’

‘Oh, hello. I’m a personal assistant and I’m just trying to reconcile one of my client’s accounts. They’re on holiday at the moment so I can’t ask them but wondered if you could help me. I’d sooner not trouble them, you see,’ explained Steph. ‘My client bought some camera equipment from you but, unfortunately, I seem to have just the model number. I know it’s a long shot, but could you tell me what it relates to, please?’

‘Well, I don’t know but I’ll give it a go. What’s the model number?’

‘Two three zero,’ Steph offered.

‘Is that all you’ve got? No letter before or after?’

‘Just that followed by double-two, zero, six.’

‘Hmm. That bit’s not the model number. Wait while I input this on our system and see what we’ve got on our database.’

Steph waited patiently, listening to the tell-tale clicking of a keyboard being tapped. ‘I do appreciate this,’ she said.

‘OK, you’re in luck. Here we go …’ There was a pause. ‘It’s actually one of our spy cameras. I suppose I’m not breaking any client confidentiality here.’

‘No, of course not,’ reassured Steph. ‘I just needed to know what the item was. A spy camera, you say?’

‘Yes. One of our more expensive ones. You can take photos with it, or record moving images.’

‘Like a video recording?’

‘Yes. It’s a snazzy little number. Looks like a TV remote control. And this particular model uploads the images direct to the cloud as well as storing it on the memory card at the same time.’

‘Oh, wow. That sounds very cool,’ said Steph. ‘Just out of interest, these clouds – are they easy to access? I was just wondering about storing my own files. I’ve got Dropbox but I can’t always link up to that for some reason.’

‘For SpyCloud you need a four-digit code, like a PIN you have for your bank card. You can access it from anywhere and the service is very reasonably priced too.’

‘Great. I’ll have a look into that. Thanks very much for your help.’

‘You’re welcome.’

Steph hung up. So, Elizabeth had bought a spy camera which looked like a TV remote control. Why? Who had she been spying on?

‘What were you up to, Elizabeth?’ she muttered.