The Man Who Couldn't Lose (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
He closed the door, snatched up the phone and dialled a number.‘Hello. Is that DS Mutta?’‘Yes, sir.’‘Angel here. Did the mark, Gloria Swithenbank, show at all this afternoon, Sergeant?’‘Yes, sir. She posted two long flat packets at 15.33 hours exactly.’‘Ah! Good,’ he said, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘Now, sometime before the official clearance time of 12.45 hours tomorrow, you should see someone unlock the letterbox and retrieve them.’‘Right, sir. I’ll be watching out for them.’‘Good man. I shall want blown-up stills of both people providing ID positive enough to make a case to take to court. All right?’‘Got it, sir.’ Harker was seated at his desk, which was still a mass of paper. He had an opened bottle of Gaviscon in one hand and a screw cap in the other.At that moment, Angel knocked on the office door.Harker glanced at the door and curled up a lip. Then he took a quick swig of the medicine, swallowed it, made a face like a marathon runner with a nail in his shoe and hastily screwed the top back on the bottle.‘Come in,’ he yelled, as he stuffed the medicine clumsily into an overfull desk drawer and had to struggle several times before he managed to push it down to close it.Angel came in carrying a videotape and two nine by six inch photographs.Harker looked up at him with a face like an undertaker at a pauper’s funeral and snarled, ‘Oh.
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