He tapped away at his keyboard.
“So… what are you suggesting with regard to the phone?”
I closed my eyes, hating myself for what I was about to say.
“Can someone… uh… grab it from him? He’s gone for a walk. He just left the Holiday Inn. Maybe a pickpocket, or something? It’s in his front jacket pocket, right hand side.”
Nige was quiet for a moment. “Leave it with me.”
“Don’t let them hurt him. He’s got enough to worry about right now.”
Nige rang off, and I stared at my phone for a minute. What kind of monster had I turned into? I’d just arranged for his phone to be stolen from him. God only knew what he had on there, that he could never replace. I really hoped he’d backed his phone up to the cloud. Just not that one picture.