I was glad I was getting on a bit in age, that was for sure. I knew full well that if I’d been twenty-three or so, he might have got a hold on me. But unfortunately for him, I’d interacted with several of his sort in my old job – the kinds of people who wormed their way into the cracks in people’s psyches, then poked their little needles in to create punctures. Their modus operandi was generally either to suddenly withdraw their support when it was most needed, or else to rely on people’s desire for information they happened to possess.
