I read about her on facebook, she works in that shop selling used handsets and phone cases.
"Do you have something of his? A message or text?" she asked, so I gave her my phone, open on the email that smug prick used to sack me. Her fingers flicked through some systems menus, "It is done" she sighed, holding the power button to restart. I paid and left.
The next day, when I went to clear my desk, the police were already at the office. One had a laptop in a clear evidence bag, the other, my supervisor in handcuffs.