I pull up in the driveway and remove the key from the ignition. Flicking my eyes up, the Range Rover slows to a crawl and passes by in the rearview. Expecting it to stop, instead, it speeds up and disappears down the street. I drop my head against the steering wheel heavily. This was a mistake. Whoever was in the car had followed me here intentionally.

And I’ve brought them right to Nancy's front door. Fuck!

Nancy FROWNS, AND stares down at the small wad of tenners as she hugs her mug between her hands. Her petite, fair features twist in disgust, looking between me and my money.

“I can't...