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The barman dropped a wedge of lime in the glass and pushed the club soda across the counter. The name on his shirt said Al. Mr Box watched tiny carbonated bubbles wriggle their way upwards and pop on the surface. He picked up the drink, ice cubes clinking against the inside of the glass. He put the glass down, refreshed.
"It's as hot as they come today, huh?" Al said.
Mr Box nodded and smiled. He took out his phone and scrolled through to a picture of his target. A tall, broad man with dark hair, dark eyes and stubble. The photograph was taken on the street by De Luca's P.I.—a zoom lens shot from a distance.
Mr Box rested the phone screen up on the bar and slid it towards Al. "You seen this man around town?"
Al stood drying a glass with a white cloth. He leaned over to get a closer
