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“Let me see if I’ve got this straight.” David Salter, the owner and managing director of Salter Gaming, leant forward, his elbows on his desk as he fixed DI Stone with a penetrating gaze. “You want me to let this gang,” he made the description an epithet, “rob me just so you can arrest them.”
Nathan shook his head. “That’s not quite what I was saying, Mr Salter,” he said, unsurprised by the reaction of the man across from him; he didn’t imagine that any business owner would be willing to cooperate if the plan was actually as David Salter had described it. “We have no intention of allowing anyone to rob you.”
“I can’t tell you how relieved that makes me feel.” The sarcasm magnified Salter’s accent, a gift from his Jamaican parents. “Why don’t you explain what you do intend, so I can b
