We had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but I forgot about daylight saving time. All my electronic devices automatically changed, but I it was my watch I checked at 11.30 the next evening.
I waited for half an hour, the evidence they required in a simple A4 folder. I didn’t trust the internet with this sensitive information. It’s the reason I didn’t trust my mobile – if they were tracking me, they would think I was home.
As the hazardous leaves crunched underneath my boots, I waited as long as I could. Rats scuttled across the path in search of an unfinished sandwich. My fingers were frozen, even underneath my thick gloves. I glanced around, not sure if I was alone and when the hour hand pushed closer to one I left.
I couldn’t be away from home for too long.
‘Tracy,’ a voice whispered, no bigger than a whisper, made me miss a breath.
I was nearly back home, and my courage nearly gone. I could throw it in the river right now, and nobody would be any the wiser. I could satiate my morals another night.
Louder this time.
As I twisted around, I came face to face with the person I was meant to meet. Nothing was said as the folder changed hands. He didn’t speak to me, but I didn’t expect anything less.