Earlier in the morning than I expected I am greeted by Geordie sat at the kitchen table, drumming his fingers against our commissions jar. Cupboards are flung open, revealing empty innards.
“This ain't good enough. What did you three do with our commission from that job in Dover?”
I perch on the edge of the table. “We bought grey cloaks.”
“Let me get this straight you spent our own money on a job.”
“Technically rescuing you wasn't an official job,” points out Charlie.
“Don't get smart with me. Fact is we're poor while Team Cain pig out on barbecues.”
“Barbecues?” says Charlie sounding puzzled.
“Cain's an aussie, he barbecues.”
“That's highly stereotypical of you.”
“Blah blah blah. Head in the game Charlie boy. We're gonna fill up this jar.”
“Mate, I don't think you should be thi
