Lance was woken by the shrill ringtone of his phone, something that was happening far too often at the moment. It was his brother’s wife, yet again causing him hassle. She had already messaged him something that day about finding out if illegal immigrants were allowed to live in normal residential housing, which he knew nothing about of course, but could only assume it was because she wanted to take her friend with her to whatever place she moved into. What did she want now? Advice on tenancy agreements?
“Hello.” He said grumpily.
“Hi Lance, I’m sorry to disturb you…” she began, but Lance had no patience for pleasantries.
“What do you want?” he demanded, annoyed that his sleep was interrupted, again.
“I have been thinking about how to get blood to your brother and I have a plan.” S
