Addison pressed the intercom and asked his secretary to send in his second in command, his cousin Len Thompson. Thompson entered the room with a grim look on his face.
“Have you got any info on this prick yet?” asked Addison.
“Nothing as yet, the boys are working on it.” Thompson grimaced, he knew Addison wouldn’t like that.
“Fuck sake.” whispered Addison under his breath. “How hard can it be to find a guy that Adair reckons is the size of a BRICK SHITE HOUSE?” He yelled the last three words making Thompson flinch slightly.
“He’s a fucking ghost Ed, no N.I. number, no car, no registered address, nothing, even Langspear comes back to a post office box which is never used, I got one of our boys at the post office to check it out. If Adair had told us about his meeting with him we could have followed him that day but as it is, all we know is he has a Highland accent, not much to go on.” he admitted.
