‘Three. Three! For all we know, the fourth is dead, too. Lying in a house, at the bottom of a canal, Christ knows where. This is a nightmare!’ DCI Roebuck coughed into his curled fingers. ‘Is there a chance the fourth laptop is among the burned-out remains of Heslin’s shop?’ O’Dowd glared at him. ‘Let’s assume it’s not, Peter. We assumed Philip Young was not at risk and now we look like a bunch of prats.’ Iona dropped her eyes to the meeting room table. When members of the senior team started falling out in front of everyone, things were going really badly. ‘Time’s ticking with Mossad, too. They’re pushing for a meeting first thing Monday morning. I’ll be there via a video link, so what have we got? Andy?’ DCI Sullivan looked up. ‘Crime site analysis indicates there’s nothing more to recover from the premises of PCs To Go. As it happens, among the debris are several parts that appear to be from a Dell laptop. Whether we’ll ever be able to ascertain if it’s the fourth one from CityPads I cannot say at this stage.’ ‘What about Nirpal Haziq?’ O’Dowd demanded moodily.
