The floorboard lifted awkwardly. Elena reached down for the phone, holding it deftly only around the sides as she inspected it front and back. Satisfied, she turned it on, keying in the eight figure key code.
Her head tilted to one side, listening, making sure of no unexpected returns and once more content she began to send the instructions needed to finally play her end game.
The phone was turned off and before she replaced it she delicately laid both the front and back face beneath the bed, using the merest layer of dust as a protective coat.
Touching only the sides once more she relaid it under the floorboard, tagging a tiny thread from the carpet across the join.
If he was to find it, she would know.
Harry poured two glasses of the newly purchased wine. Above him the pipes creaked as the hot water filled the large bath.
He tilted his head listening, hearing the water stop and her step into the tub.
And then he unlocked the desk drawer, removed the laptop and opened the application.
He sipped on the wine, wishing it scotch, as he watched back the footage, occasionally enhancing the image so that he could see the detail.
He replaced the laptop, locked the drawer and padded silently into the bedroom, where he lifted the floorboard, took the phone, copied the messages she had sent and then returned it, repeating Elena's procedures precisely.
She had played him for a fool too long. But no more.