EDWARD’S MORNING STARTED BADLY. Not only had Chris Stedman, head of security, gone on holiday for two weeks, but no one, including Doug Irwin, Chris’s assistant, knew diddly squat about what Edward was asking.

Edward gritted his teeth in anger. After a few deep breaths and slowly counting internally to ten, he inquired whether the surveillance cameras had been activated in the area surrounding Building 3C.

“No, sir!"

"And why not?" If he could have throttled someone at...