Duttons face split into a wicked grin as the penny dropped. 'You're
computer science aren't you!' It was more a statement that a
question. ' Yeah man, consider it done!', and with that he eased
away with his car polishing tackle, adopting the studied air of a
man on a mission. Pike's reputation as the campus computer guru was
legendary. As a hacker he was in a class of his own. This was going
to be FUN! As they parted company neither student noticed the car
parked in the shadows, as the redoubtable Mr George Hayduke studied
the situation mindfully from behind the wheel. A slow and
deliberate stroking down of his upper lip between thumb and
forefinger was akin to the distant flap of butterfly wings, which
noted theorists claim heralds the coming of chaos. The look in his
eyes, which bored across the road into the car yard sales office,
lent ready credence to the philosophy.

Fat Lucky caught sight of Dutton moving down the line of cars and
bellowed some obscenity at him from the comfort of the
air-conditioned showroom and was puzzled when the dumbass looked up
and grinned. Recovering his composure he went on to deride the
useless youth of today to the hovering sales staff who oiled around
his every move, nodding sagely at his utterances while careful
never to venture an opinion of their own. Not difficult to
accomplish since they probably never had one anyway. Big Lucky
surveyed his motor kingdom with glowing satisfaction, his mood
reflected in the glittering chrome and shining lacquered paint work
of the top range models neatly displayed on the show room floor. He
fairly radiated contentment at the heart-warming vision before him.
Big Lucky Motors! Motor dealer of the year for the past three years
straight. They didn't come much better. The hire car, that had been
parked in the shadows across the street, slipped unnoticed back
into the line of traffic while a large moth desperately beat its
wings at the huge show room window in an increasingly frenzied
attempt to escape into the outside world.

Oblivious to both events, fat Lucky Wallace chomped heartily into
a chocolate biscuit, dripping coffee down his fingers. He sucked
them noisily, then, after the briefest moments hesitation and a
soft belch, reached out and sought another from the tray.

Dutton arrived at the flat just after six, looking worn from the
day's labour cleaning and polishing, but cheery with the pilfered
stationary carefully tucked into a large and very full manilla
envelope. 'I managed to photocopy the contents of his intray while
cleaning his office. Thought it might come in handy.' He then
produced a six by four colour glossy photo of Lucky fatly beaming
at the camera, seated between two amply breasted young ladies,
evidently dining at some fancy restaurant. 
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