We will contact you soon said the voice on the phone

Then the line went dead

He put the compromising photos in a drawer

Wondering who all these people were

As he walked home from the station that night

Somebody tapped him on the shoulder

Two goons in long overcoats pushed him into a car

The blindfold hood almost suffocated him

He took a huge breath as he was unmasked

Two menacing looking men sat at a table

Talking with thick Russian accents

Worse than a bad B movie he thought to himself

We know you have access to all UK banking information

You will download these account details 

He protested that he could not break company policy 

They handed him a memory stick

Is this some kind if practical joke he asked

One of the men put a gun to his head

We can make it look like you killed yourself

Your grieving wife will be told that you killed a man

Don’t dare talk to anybody about this

You might be interrogated by British Intelligence

Those clowns try to follow us everywhere

Tell them nothing and all will be fine

They gave him detailed instructions before releasing him

The next day he was walking near his office

A car pulled up alongside and the passenger said

Its about your meeting with the Russians please get in

The smartly dressed man in the car did not blindfold him

My name is Nigel and I work for MI6 he said with a pure British accent

Its you patriotic duty to cooperate with us Mr. Baker

Nigel smiled as he whispered If you don’t I will kill you myself 

……..To be continued………………

Mr Baker walked over to the chest freezer

He examined the heavy padlock on the lid

Do you want to look inside said Miss Walters

He looked at her in disbelief and replied hell no

Tell me how all this happened he said firmly

She reached in her bag and handed him a bottle of pills

They were powerful prescription painkillers

He took his own life with these she said

He had been depressed after retiring

Often sleeping downstairs after heavy drinking

One morning I found him dead in the chair

I panicked and put him in the freezer

Why not just report his death he asked

I was afraid of being accused of murder

She began to cry and uttered please help me

He held her in his arms as she sobbed

Let me do some research and figure out a plan he said

She stopped crying and kissed him

He drove home trying to make sense out of all this mess

After hours on the internet he concluded she should just confess

He decided to tell her on Monday over lunch

But she was not on the train that day

He called her cell phone but no answer

She was probably just upset he thought 

Three days later and still no sign of Miss Walters

He sat at his desk wondering if she was alright

While opening his letters and sorting them into piles

A large brown envelope with no markings caught his attention

He pulled out a bunch of printed photographs

A clear image of him entering her house

Close ups of his fingerprints on the pill bottle and padlock

His phone rang and a voice said we can prove you killed him

…………..to be continued……………….