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‘What’s that?’ Gina says abruptly, pointing to the screen, which is frozen once again at the beginning of the clip. ‘Is that a tattoo? There, on the inside of his wrist?’

‘Zoom in,’ Pitt says.

His colleague tightens the shot, focusing on the man’s wrist. An inch or so of skin is visible below the edge of his jacket, revealing part of a tattoo. Enlarged, the image is even more blurry. Pitt leans over and taps a few keys. The picture goes in and out of focus, and then suddenly it clarifies and is recognisable as a compass rose.

A compass rose. Why is that so familiar?

Pitt’s expression sharpens. ‘Alex? You’ve seen this before?’

My mouth is dry. I feel as if I’m falling.

A compass rose. I remember where I saw it.

‘I know who that is,’ I say.

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