Without saying a word, the tall, athletic-looking carrot-top in a
well-cut dinner suit had flopped onto the uncomfortable chair opposite
Sowerbutt, whose black 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, very
important 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 in any way, but the people carrying the documents have
some unpleasant friends who will not hesitate to deal ruthlessly with any
problems. But, overall, a risk that you and your experienced associates can
handle or so I’m led to believe.”
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