Without saying a word, the tall carrot-top in a well-cut dinner suit flopped onto the chair opposite Sowerbutt, whose leather jacket looked out of place with the party set’s smart fashions. Carrot-top was armed with a half-jack of Old Bushmills and a glass. “Ice,” he shouted at a passing waiter. “And quickly, man.”
Peering at Sowerbutt through his round metal-rim glasses, he announced: “I don’t suppose for a minute you know who I am, Mr Sorbay. Brendan Bracken and I’m with His Majesty’s Government.
“Here’s the deal. I want you to steal some documents for me. You’ll be told details of where and when soon. The theft must not be traced back to me under any circumstances and preferably not to you. Our hard-working boys in blue will not get involved, but the people carrying the documents have some unpleasant friends who will not hesitate to deal ruthlessly with any problems. Overall, a risk that you and your experienced associates can handle or so I’m led to believe.”
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