[No risk, no reward. It's probably lucky for everyone involved that Charlie doesn't make note of the shared -- whatever -- passing between the two of them. Instead, he sets his beer aside and pulls up his tablet. It's not a map spread across his dining table, but there's still something pleasantly nostalgic about all of this.

With a few quick strokes, Charlie pulls up a cross-referenced list.] Let's skip the bloke looking for an exotic fish-- Ah. [He turns the tablet slightly.] There. Some eccentric wants to get their hands on a Stradivarius. If we can pull a mission near Oxford, round 2003-- there's a dealer we could nick it from.