Yarrow drew up and parked the Riley opposite Dickinson’s Loans on Barrowbridge Road, and together with Marcus Harding crossed over the road and entered the premises, the tinkle of the bell over the door giving warning to the pawnbroking staff that someone had entered.
A young man hurried through from the back, making sure that the door into the heavily barred stock room was properly closed behind him. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, ‘How can I…? then realised that his customers were police, even though they were in plain clothes and had not yet shown their warrant cards. An unctuous smile greased across his face and he uriah-heapishly wrung his hands together.
‘Always ready to help the police, sir. We run a clean, honest business; I do assure you. Yes, I do assure you,’ he repeated although he di
