Claire's POV

The office window clattered to a close behind me as I left the site and I could well do without Damian now. I remember Anna advising me to always make a phone call home whenever I am under pressure.

Tom's figure wavered towards me at the entrance as I left, his orange vest gleaming but thin in the pale light. I rushed along, my boots thudding against the slippy mud and for a moment again, the invoices and warning notice pressed against my leg in my pocket.

The guards also ...