‘This is only a job. I’ll get in big trouble if it turns out I have given his name to you. Please.’
‘Should I explain when you will be in really big trouble?’ I ask him raising my eyebrows, so he lifts up his hands in a gesture of defence.
‘Give me my camera back and I’ll tell you everything.’
‘You’ll tell us everything, and then we’ll see if we will throw the camera into the Thames or not,’ Liam says to him matter-of-factly. In the meantime, he has apparently composed himself.
The chap is nervously fixing the vest on himself, smoothing his hair down.
‘How long have you been watching Amina?’ I snort, and he stirs.
‘I was approached by Sir Stanley one and a half months ago; he asked me to track down one of his… I mean, his relative.’
‘What information did he give you?’ Liam asks.
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