Thompson sat in the one armchair in room 308 at the Carrington. Called his boss, Gavin Steele.
‘Thompson?’
‘Yeah. Kholi said Norton’s credit cards were stolen. You contacted the wife, yet?’
‘Yes.’
‘f**k me, Steele. And?’
‘She’s worried about a USB her husband had on him. Said he kept it on him all the time.’
‘Was there cash?’
‘She thinks he was carrying three or four thousand on him. Did so all the time, apparently.’
‘A nice score for our w**********l. Also, his jacket was on the floor of the room. Something was cut out of the lining and yeah, I know now it was the USB.’
‘Has to be.’
‘She sound upset about him?’
‘Embarrassed more than anything but she’s serious about this USB. It contains something big, which she won’t tell me about.’
‘Any money withdrawn from his credit cards?
