/> ‘Come on, let’s nick that lot,’ yelled Pete.
‘Don’t be so hasty, young brother. They deal in cash, right? So that means there will be a lot more. Just wait; we will be in for a bumper payout,’ said my Dad happily.

Day 6

They parked the Jag in the opposite direction and further down the road. Dad had brought his binoculars.
He was jumping with excitement when he came home at the end of the shift.
‘You should have seen the number of customers they had, in and out, all day.’
He was rubbing his hands as he told us about bundles and bundles being shifted.
Pete was strangely quiet as Mum served the dinner.

Day 7

Pete was late coming to our house that morning.
‘Where the hell is he?’ asked my Dad.
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