The camera never lies

The look on Jen's face took the wind out of my sails.

"So," she said, "you're here, then. Mark said you might turn up, but I didn't think you'd have the nerve to show your face."

I was stunned. "Mark?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"Mark Lewis. He's told me all about how they'd tried to help you, and what you did. That nice old man died, you know. That Mr Smith."

"I know that, Kate." She flinched. "Wait, that was nothing to do with me. That was your friend Lewis and his people. They killed him. Kate told me."

"Oh yes," she said. "Kate. Wondered when you were going to mention her."

With that, she went to a table where a computer was sitting.

She clicked on a file which opened to show a short video clip of the park bench where Kate and I had sat not much more than ten minutes ago. It was a short clip, really; just long enough to show the two of us talking for a few moments, and then kissing for rather more moments.

There must have been someone opposite us, filming us secretly. But in that case, they'd know Kate's cover story was a lie. Oh, Kate...

Jen misread the concern on my face.

"Well, at least you've still got some kind of conscience," she said. "How could you? I stuck by you after your weird accident, through your stupid nightmares, and this is how you repay me?"

"Jen," I began, "you don't understand. This guy Lewis is filling your head with lies. There's nothing going on between me and Kate - and there are bigger things to worry about, believe me. We've got to get out of here."

"Nothing going on?" She pointed at the screen. "I'm not going anywhere with you. But I do want an explanation. And don't come any nearer, or I'll get Mark down here right away."

I felt a change in the air as the door opened.

"No need for that," said a voice. "I'm already here."



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