As the Peugeot rumbled around to the front of the manor, Sam hopped out to open the rear passenger door for them, Vera took one look at Shay upon hearing his words, and decided to keep quiet until they were safe within the car, that way, she knew for certain that no one from the manor could hear them. “We’re doing this because of the money, Shay.” Vera said coldly, it would do them best if they didn’t develop any feelings of empathy towards the von Goethe’s, no matter how nice their manners were to them, even if they were lying straight to their faces. 

“We’re poor, and they’re not. 200 pounds is still a lot of money. Besides, I thought you hated Jerrys like them? Imagine if they knew who we were, and we weren’t in this situation Shay. Would they stop and say hello, or would they keep walking as if we were the scum of the earth? They only like us because of our lies, not who we really are.” She turned her face from the window as the vehicle turned onto the snow covered lane, passing through the gate of the manor, and onto the main road that brought them there in the first place. 

“It’s a job, Mick. I don’t quite enjoy all of the things I do with the Roughers, mate, but I do them anyways, because the money is good, and it keeps other rotten folk from doing what we have to.” Sam butted in, fumbling in his coat pocket for a carton of smokes, where he stuck one in the corner of his mouth, and then retrieved a lighter. With a swipe of his thumb, a flame leapt up, and an orange glow at the end of his cigarette could be seen in the rear view mirror.

“Where shall I take you both?” Sam offered, trying to change the subject.