Elizabeth ordered herself another coffee and, waiting patiently, eyed the hotel window across the street. Within ten minutes, a text-message alert sounded from her phone. It was a pay-as-you-go cheap disposable one that she had bought for this. She didn’t want Camilla to have her usual phone number. She read the message on the screen.

Having a drink with O.

Excellent. So far, so good. Elizabeth called up the fake email account she had created and sent an email to Owen, apologising that the fictitious client wouldn’t be able to make their appointment today and would call later. That should clear the way for Owen to spend some time with Camilla now.

Elizabeth felt like she had been sitting there for ages and there was still no sign that Camilla had persuaded Owen to go up to the hotel room with her. She toyed with the phone. Should she send Camilla a message and ask her what was going on, or would that ruin Camilla’s game? She decided to give it another half an hour. If Camilla hadn’t got Owen upstairs by then, the chances were it wasn’t going to happen.

Finally, her patience was rewarded as she saw the figure of Camilla come to the window of the hotel room. She appeared to pause for a moment before reaching out and taking a curtain in each hand, then drew them together.

OMG! It was actually working. Owen had fallen for Camilla’s charms!

It felt slightly voyeuristic even imagining what stage Camilla and Owen were at, but Elizabeth couldn’t think of anything else. She was desperate to get her hands on that recording – not that she was looking forward to seeing Owen having sex, but the consequences of his actions were her ticket to getting her hands on some of the money for the land.

It was another forty-five minutes before she got a further text message from Camilla to say the deed had been done and Owen was just leaving. Elizabeth sat tight, monitoring the door, and sure enough, a few minutes later Owen exited the building. She watched him head off down the street and shortly afterwards Elizabeth left the coffee shop and went over to the hotel.

Camilla let her into the room. The window was open, but Elizabeth was sure she could still detect the faint smell of bodies and sex. She looked over at the writing table, where Camilla had made a cup of tea. She was a very cool customer, that was for sure. She passed the camera over to Elizabeth.

‘There you go. Hope it’s come out. Although if it hasn’t, Owen did leave me his number. It seems he quite likes me.’

‘Really? And will you call him?’

‘Not if I don’t have to. I mean, I’m sorry he’s cheating on you but he’s really not my type.’