— You've got two more minutes, they want to know more about the driver.
— Forget him, he's an idiot. Why else would he think himself a suspect?
— I think he's a suspect.
— Well, that's the knighthood in the bag.
— And that's mine.
— All the photographs are on here, I presume?
— I have copies, of course.
— No, you don't. You'll have permanently disabled any kind of uplink or connection. Unless the contents of this phone are unique, you couldn't sell them.
— Who said I'm selling?
— Well, why would they be interested?
— Whatever's on the phone, it's clearly not just photographs.
— That camera-phone is my life, Mr Holmes. I'd die before I let you take it. It's my protection.
— It was.
— I can put maximum surveillance on her.
— Why bother? You can follow her in Twitter. I believe her user name is the Whip Hand.
There was a man, a MOD official and I knew what he liked. One of the things he liked was showing off. He told me this email was going to save the world. He didn't know but I photographed it...he was a bit tied up at the time. It's a bit small on that screen, can you read it? Code, obviously. I had one of the contry's best cryptographers take a look, though he was mostly upside down, as I recall. Couldn't figure it out. What can you do, Mr Holmes? Go on, impress a girl.
— You don't smoke.
— I also don't frequent cafes.