[ Shame about that computer, John. The hard drive might have needed some remodeling, you never know. Harry give it a cursory look, but since it's not something that belongs to someone - well, that isn't Marcone - he isn't terribly bothered about his proximity to it. ]

I expect you to consider it. [ Harry's a shit liar; fact. Though he does wag a finger at his so-called "least favorite" (if that's the case, why was he even there) over being called "Harry". As usual. ] Have to keep you guessing. Oh, and your guy at the front door will wake up in a few hours.