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honest and somewhat consistent. Of course there were a few things I didn’t understand. Things at the heart of my curiosity that I would have to clarify through a little more serious detective work. All this talk of Zippos, bubblegum sticks, and the other strange phrases I would have to delve into more deeply to figure out. I believed these were what you might call semagrams—words used to cloak the true meaning involved from any readers or listeners other than the person or persons intended to receive the message. For example, James Bond, when talking to M, used semagrams to convey whether or not he had racked up any kills or done anything else during his mission that might jeopardize himself or the mission if outside listeners were to interpret the true meanings behind the words.
    Apart from the mystery of the initial paragraphs, I was surprised to see how he thought of me, what things interested him about me and so on. I found his attitude toward Isabella funny in the extreme and I laughed out loud on more than one occasion while reading his private thoughts. On the other hand, I didn’t appreciate the way he thought I put up so-called social barriers , and how he seemed to think of me as some kind of socially stunted introvert. But he did think I’m intelligent. He even mentioned the word infatuation. Things are on the right track.
    I closed the MacBook, satisfied for now with what I had seen. I watched a scene toward the end of The Big Sleep as I drifted off while there was still a hint of purple twilight outside. On the whole, my life seemed as confusing and distorted as the plot of the Bogart movie I was watching. Nothing seemed to make sense. It seemed that the glaringly obvious was not at all obvious to me, as though I was the only one lost and confused by what everyone else in the world saw clearly and simply. There was a sense of frenzied excitement to every aspect of life now I had never before experienced. With this thought I drifted into a contented sleep.
     
    Sophia Durant’s Diary
    August 7, Eleuthera Island, Bahamas
     
    I held Savannah in my arms in the golden dawn light. I had a bottle formula she had sucked down two ounces of before smiling and drifting into an easy sleep. She smiled often, a happy baby. I believe this is a great part of my attraction to her—her easygoing, happy nature. That and her exquisite beauty. I felt that she was my own in the times I was with her, even if I was only her nanny. It is difficult to describe the feelings involved other than to say when she is in the room it is brilliant daylight and whenever she is gone it’s forever darkest night. I carried Savannah off to her cradle and set her down to sleep in peace.
    I had borrowed Anna’s iPad and was reading some news about private detective work in London. I’d found the article highlighted on an app called Flipboard. It was mostly about suspecting wives tracking adulterous husbands with GPS devices that attached to their cars, but there was one point of interest. In the article I found the name of a company in London that sells spy gear to the general public. Lorraine Electronics of 716 Lea Bridge Road, London. I went to the webpage and read through the Listening and Tracking page and the Sound Recording Systems page. There I found a small Olympus recording device that was ideal for my purposes. I found corresponding miniature microphones that were battery operated, miniscule, and could be scattered about a location, apparently capturing and transmitting crisp sound in a radius of up to thirty feet. I copied the URL and emailed it to myself. Later I ordered the Olympus and a set of tiny microphones in a way that I was sure no one would ever know. It’s true I can rig pretty much any spy device it’s possible to rig through a laptop or mobile phone, but I felt my objective required extra measures, capabilities not available with a smartphone or MacBook. If I was going to subvert Stafford to a place under my thumb