Pop
shook his head: “I bumped into an army mate at lunchtime, he does some cleaning
work over at Hatton Garden for Mr Riba, one of the best
cutters in the business. The thing is Mr Riba
was killed last night in the bombing, blown to smithereens. Lived by himself, no family. Came over from Poland after the first lot, my mate said.” Bernie looked serious. “You’re going to tell me there’s stock
in his office, begging to be looked after.” Pop nodded. “Shame to let it go to waste. Big
Milners safe there, according to my mate."
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