“Then it might be h****n. There’s a kilogramme and a half here. I know, I weighed it. How much do you think it’s worth?”
“A bloody fortune, I shouldn’t wonder. Let’s look it up.” He made as if to stand.
“Look it up? What do you mean?”
“I mean on the Internet, der-head!”
“What, you can actually find out its street value on the Net? You’re joking me?”
Shaun didn’t answer and crossed over to Alex’s PC in the corner. Shaun agitated the mouse and brought it out of hibernation. Alex stood and peered over his shoulder. In a few, brief minutes, Shaun selected the page he needed. There, in front of them both, was an Excel sheet, current street values already entered.
There were columns for cocaine, c***k cocaine and h****n. Shaun did the numbers, tapped the packet, and gave a little chuckle.
