Is Everything Going to Be Fine?

Reynolds feels as if he's saying too much. He tries to ignore the driver's eyes watching him in the mirror. What exactly do you do for work, Mr? Reynolds's mind races. The name's Walker. I am... I'll deal in antiques. Goody fumbles with his key until the door swings open. He hoists two bulging suitcases into the small Victorian semi. Inside, he closes the curtains and unzips the cases. Pulls wads of cashouts and spreads them across the carpeted floor.