Chapter Forty Three – The Safe
Woof drove the van as fast as possible to reach the house, he could only hope that Haley was able to give them at least an extra ten minutes so they could stop the Warrens from entering. After all, the house was now his, along with all of the contents, so the safe they were so desperate to get into legally belonged to him.
“Tank, ring Italian Job” Woof shouted, as he placed his foot to the floor in a bid to get through a traffic light that had turned to amber before it went red.
“Good call” Tank nodded his head and pulled his mobile out of his pocket
Jess looked at Woof, desperate to know who ‘Italian Job’ was and why they needed him, and why the hell he had that nick name. But seeing his concentration was fixed on the road ahead, she thought better of
