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and stood back
quickly.
    Hughes began gagging and spluttering, trying his best to expel the
corrosive solution, but Palmer had mixed it at such a high concentration that
it burnt through the skin in seconds and poured into his larynx. 
Screaming was impossible with his voice box destroyed, and moments later his
heart gave out under the overwhelming assault on his nervous system.
    “That’s for lying to me,” Palmer said, and strolled back to his car. 
Once inside he pulled out his phone and dialed the number he had called
earlier.
    “You were right, it’s Arnold Tang.  Tell me about him.”
     
    *
* *
     
    Farrar looked at the screen and
what he saw wasn’t encouraging.  Arnold Tang had long been suspected of
being involved in a variety of illegal activities, but there had never been
enough evidence to bring a prosecution.  From gambling dens to fraud, the
accusations had been levelled and immediately withdrawn, mainly due to his
powerful connections.
    It was also reported that Tang
had two personal bodyguards who travelled everywhere with him, meaning it
wouldn’t be easy for Palmer to get in close enough to do what he did best, and
he said as much to the contractor.
    “What about posing as a
customer?” Farrar suggested.
    The line went silent while
Palmer considered the suggestion.  The reply wasn’t what Farrar wanted to
hear.
    “I don’t do undercover. 
You hired me for my skill set, and I don’t go outside my comfort zone. 
That’s how mistakes happen.  Just give me the names of some known
associates and I’ll have a quiet word with them.”
    Farrar looked through Tang’s
profile and found two men suspected of being heavily involved in the
trafficking operation.  He started to read out the details but Palmer cut
him off.
    “From now on,
no details over the phone.   Go to the website and enter this code.”
    He read off a series of numbers
and got Farrar to repeat them.
    “Leave a message and I’ll call
you tomorrow,” Palmer said, and hung up.
    Farrar did as instructed and
gave the names and addresses of Tang’s men.  He ended the note with
instructions for when Palmer located his targets:
     
    When you find Baines and Smart,
find out what ‘Saturday the ninth of April, option three’ means. It is vital,
repeat, vital that you get this information.
     
    Farrar hit the Send button and
then called Veronica Ellis for an update.  He found her in a less than
accommodating mood.
    “We just started looking
yesterday,” she said when he asked how things were progressing.  “You have
to realise that last year they managed to evade a countrywide manhunt when
every police force in the nation was looking for them.  If these people
don’t want to be found, it will be almost impossible with such limited
resources.”
    Farrar knew that her point was
valid, but he wasn’t about to cut her any slack.  “Can’t you draft anyone
else in to help?” he asked.
    “In order to fund some extra
overtime I would need to know more about the operation, otherwise I can’t
justify it.”
    “It’s beyond your pay grade,
that’s all you need to know.”
    The statement didn’t sit well
with Ellis, but Farrar’s next words almost had her screaming venomously down
the phone.
    “If you can’t get this done with
the resources you have, I’ll send over the names of six of my operatives. 
You can set them up with accounts and give them grade one access.”
    Ellis took a few deep breaths as
she formulated an appropriate response: one that didn’t require Farrar to go
and fuck himself.  She knew that denying him access to the network would
simply send him scurrying to the Home Secretary, but the more she considered
the request, the more she could see it work in her favour.
    “I guess that’s the only way we’re
going to find them,” she said, feigning disappointment.  “Email the names,
I’ll fill out the paperwork and have the accounts set up within the hour.”
    “No!” Farrar said, a little