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will be Mister Warner all right. He likes Bourekas too, but he likes Spinach. Never eats it here, takes
it back to his office.’

‘Right. And is Mister Warner an investment advisor?’

‘I think so or an accountant, something like that.’

‘Do you know where his office is?’

Shapur laughed. ‘Do I know where his office is? Of course. It’s right there.’ Shapur pointed to the
ceiling. ‘His office is right above my Deli. Mr Warner is my landlord but he won’t be there till
Monday morning he never works weekends.’

Mick stood and stretched his hand out and they shook hands.

‘If Mister Warner is the man I’m looking for then I will tell him he owes you and Azarin a large
commission.’ They both laughed.

Breaking into premises in daylight was the modus operandi of opportunist thieves and Hagley had
never been that. Careful preparation had been his hallmark and the reason he had kept out of jail
for so long and today was not going to be an exception to his rule.

He climbed the back stairway to the row of offices and performed a visual check on them all.
Warner’s office was a cinch but he had to collect some items from his hotel room before he would
be ready to return later that night.

Shapur had cashed up and was long gone when Hagley returned.

Using a telescopic reach and a can of instant foam, he disabled the exterior alarm bell, or at least
quietened it so it wouldn’t be heard on the street below. The office door was old and the lock was
probably its strongest feature, the hinges, however, were easily separated from the architrave with
a tyre wrench. He didn’t even bother with the alarm since it was only connected to the exterior bell
and was not the sort that connected to the local police or a Security Company. It would ring for a
couple of minutes only.

The tyre wrench took care of the locked desk and he slowly went through each drawer. The large
bottom right drawer revealed a cash tin containing many bookies IOU’s. A quick count and Hagley
estimated over $60,000. The earliest dated over two months ago. Arnold was gambling and losing
close to 30,000 bucks a month and Hagley wondered how long the bookie would wait for his
money. At the bottom of the tin lay a petty cash book and Hagley let out a whistle when he realised
the figures it contained were settlements of previous gambling debts amounting to at least half a
million. He wondered if somewhere in this office lay the answer to how Warner came by such a
large amount to pay off that kind of debt because the ambience of this office was not that of a
successful business.