I was right… I am being watched… but not by who (or what) I thought. I tracked down Lutwidge’s warehouse office (lab?) today. Still in legal limbo the burnt-out back area in disguise. Signs of squatters… much of what was here must have been picked apart by scavengers. Nothing valuable left. Just a box of old reel-to-reel tapes in a fire-proof box shoved on a back shelf, hidden by burnt timbers. Most of the tapes looked damaged warped by the heat. I shoved one into the inner pocket of my trench-coat as I crawled back out. The second I reached the street lights blasts in my face.