"Thank you for the heads up. I'll tell my people to do a better job on IDs. But you know how kids are, Sam. They always find a way to get fake IDs. You and I certainly did." Barty smiled pleasantly and Gene scoffed.

"That's DI Tyler for you, yeah? You can sod off with your familiarity, this is all business." There, he would take care of Sam. "Do you recognise the girls?"

"No, I don't. But I'm not really in the habit of closely inspecting teenage girls that come into my club."

"Yeah, I heard. More about the boys in their twenties, aren't you?" Gene shook his head, leaning back. "We'll need you to cooperate. Full access to the club. We want to send in some operators."