The Blackmailing of Annie
“Oh crap” she mouthed to herself as she noticed the time. Quickly she left some change on the table to pay for her lunch, and grabbing her bag rushed from the cafe, hoping she wouldn’t be late meeting her husband from work. Even as the door was slowly closing behind her, the man on the table behind where she had just left was reaching around to pick up something from one of the chairs, something he had noticed she had put there just before she rushed out. He sat there studying it briefly, a...