Is that…? she wondered, yes it is. A light, right at the back of the shop coming from a small room. She began an insistent rapping on the shop windo...w. It seemed an age but eventually she saw the shadowy figure of someone coming towards her. The door opened. Without thinking and with a hastily murmured ‘Can I just come in for a moment,’ she pushed passed into the dryness and warmth of the shop. Grabbing a tissue from her pocket she mopped at her face and told her story to the man. He listened. Instead of the expected, I was intrigued to find a mysterious note. It did contain an apology for the lateness of my gift, but then instructed me on where and when I would find it. The instructions were clear on the point that I should not tell anyone, and I should not arrive early.The building was mostly empty of employees when the appointed time approached. Almost all of the manufacturing people start early and are gone by three-thirty. Most of the office people are out by four-thirty. A. "It was a month later that papers came through informing her of her husband's petition for divorce. She didn't think twice before agreeing. The BMW had been sold long before and she put the house on the market and liquidated their joint investments, though her solicitor held the proceeds; their joint bank accounts were closed and half the money held on behalf of her husband; she opened an account in her own name. For the time being, she was financially independent as long as she had Bert's. The problem with Susan’s story is that she would have called him if she was going to be two hours late. He’d called his mother-in-law so he knew when she left. On the walk to the house, Jim probed her mind, gently, and found a memory of coffee with a friend. But something wasn’t quite right about it. He recognized the friend. She’d been in the wedding party when they got married back in 1974. And, she’d died of cervical cancer ten years ago!Someone had tampered with Susan’s mind! About two.