Then I Got a Job in a Restaurant Slash Cafe

I started making these runs to a city relatively close by to us three times a week, getting the train out there, picking up a car from these Turkish blokes and then driving it back home. I was getting just shy of two grand a week for it. It was a no-brainer. Half the work for double the pay. The only question was, what I'd be transporting? Jib responded with when he asked him what would be in the cars. Do you really want to know? He said, no. As long as it wasn't a dead body in the boot or something equally as sinister, I really didn't want to know. For three months, I worked that