Chapter Eighteen
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My contact met me at Heathrow airport, in the corner booth at Starbucks. He didn't meet my eyes, but he placed a thick Manila envelope on the table. They always carried cash, too much risk of a paper trail otherwise. And some of these guys weren't always into...legal work, shall we say. I checked the time on my Rolex; he was punctual, to the second.
'Good work, Christopher.' He gestured in my direction. 'Some deemed the local network impenetrable, but I knew we could rely on you. My client will be pleased.'
I nodded curtly, stuffing the money into the pocket of my leather jacket. I knew I was good, a whole career built on playing dirty, going the extra mile where my fellow 'hackers' feared to tread. When you have nothing, you have nothin
