"They could move their operation before then. And it- It has to be big, yeah? I mean it's a warehouse. Are they testing drugs on unsuspecting victims? Fuck- It could be human trafficking for all we know."

He looked at his phone again, hoping Rich had replied.

"I just need a coffee, one of those pills, and by the time I get the data off my phone I'll be good to go. I'm not demanding you come, mate. Head home if you like."