Malcolm hesitates, then shrugs and returns to his seat gesturing for Dani to hand him his briefcase, which he opens on the bar, taking out a bottle of whiskey and setting it there.
"Okay, but this one's on me." He nods at the bottle. "Pour. Let me know what you think."
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Neal shifts in his seat, leaning forward a little, speaking in Malcolm’s ear. “Now offer him a taste of what he’d be transporting.”
It took the better part of a day and a half and an almighty hangover, but Neal and Mozzie pulled their counterfeit together.
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"Okay, but this one's on me." He nods at the bottle. "Pour. Let me know what you think."