He’d decided to use the facilities at LHR to start to question Gomez. He’d been frustrated by his wait to apprehend him and didn’t want to delay any longer than was absolutely necessary. He waited while the Custody Sergeant booked Gomez in.
When it was time to empty his pockets, Gomez drew his wallet from his trousers and put it on the counter before him. He followed it quickly with some postcards he’d bought from the inner pocket of the jacket he was wearing.
The smile he was casting at Jon slowly disappeared as his theatrically patting hands found the parking ticket in the other pocket. The one that would tie him to the vehicle and lead back to his Johnson ID.