Dealer

The man with the flashes of silver in his hair started his car and screeched away from his house. The smell of burning rubber and the sound of Mozart filled the street.
He was in a hurry to complete an important business transaction. He looked the part in his Armani suit and expensive shoes. Every bit the dubious entrepreneur. He smoked a Cuban cigar as he drove at speed through the city centre.
He pulled up at a unit on the industrial estate and stopped the motor. He got out and went and knocked on the door. It was a pre-agreed knock. A rat-a-tat-a rather than a rat-a-tat, he had been told.
A man with a beard opened the door.
"Yes?"
"I'm here for the stuff."
"Have you got the money?"
He slipped a thick envelope out of his inside pocket and passed it to the man. It was opened and the contents checked before he was let in.
"It's over there."
There were two large cardboard boxes. He opened one and checked the contents. All of the books were in mint condition.