Joe drove the yellow van into the spacious garage at the side of the Harper MacLaine office, tossed the keys over to Rob, who closed then locked the roller shutter door.
The two men walked across to the office and went inside, Rob carrying a large holdall containing the guns and unused ammunition. Ryan Hughes looked up as they entered.
“So all went well then?”
“All pretty much as planned, Ryan.”
“Good”
Ryan waved then returned to his computer monitor. Rob put the holdall into the large office safe, wandered over to the coffee machine in the office’s small kitchen area, popped in a capsule, then pressed the button for a cup of strong, black coffee. As the coffee filtered through, he gestured over to the other two, both shook their heads at Rob’s offer.
“I didn’t see Justine’s car out
