In down town Bristol Alec Bell paced his office. It was late, everyone else had gone for the day and he also needed to get home and get some sleep. It had been a long day, not unusual at the moment, but a day that had started early with the news of the car crash and that Martin was in hospital. Martin was his technical director and a good friend. He was a key part of the company's future and a vital part of the team, particularly at the present time.
Visiting the hospital he had found Martin unconscious or asleep but a doctor had told him that he was not seriously injured, concussion, severely bruised ribs and some severe skin abrasions was the likely verdict. They would know for sure later when he'd had some rest and came round from the sedative. Alec had been surprised to see that the police were still at the hospital, and while they would not say anything specific it appeared that the car smash might not have been a straightforward accident.
Bell was CEO of Control Networks Ltd., and as he paced his executive office on the 25th floor of the Control Networks building he wondered if this was just an accident or whether something much more sinister was going on. This niggling thought just added to the tension in his gut. For once he was oblivious to the magnificent view from his office looking down over the sprawling city lights of Bristol, with the harbour and the SS Great Britain a marvellous spectacle below him, and in the distance the Clifton Gorge and the illuminated Brunel's Suspension Bridge clearly visible despite the rain.