Where did this come from?”

I looked up from the page to my manager, who was standing across the small office watching me with that pale, unsettled expression, and I could see that he did not fully understand it either, that he had opened this binder himself in the early hours of the morning and found my name at the top of it and been as frightened by it as I now was.

Two people had come into his restaurant.

They had ordered an elaborate meal and paid careful attention to the room and then walked out into the night, leaving behind a file with my name on the front and photographs inside it that I had not yet let myself look at closely.