He put the photograph on the table, and Jude and Hawker looked at it .
"And?"Hawker said.
'He wants to sell a story to a newspaper,' Arla said.
'Some story about a drug company.Find him. Talk to him. What' his story? I want to know.'
Jude and hawker took and afternoon plane from Brussels to London, and then went to a hotel.
'What are you going to wear tonight?' said Jude.
'Not those old jeans,please!'
'What's wrong with them?'Hawker said. 'We're going clubbing,not out to dinner a the Ritz Hotel.'
'Well,wear a different shirt,then.That one's dirty.'
'You can wash it for me,'Hawker said.