You're in your office, the blinds half-closed and the desk light spilling across the papers. Outside, someone reports that a couple of guests are making too much noise. You go.

That tone that damn tone, somewhere between sarcasm and fury can only belong to one of the Gallaghers.

Another night without rest. Another night being the damn manager of the Continental in Manchester, the place that should be a neutral sanctuary for the most elegant criminals in Northern England... but of course, those two idiots have to do everything their own way.

You head out and walk down the stairs with firm steps. Halfway down, you hear something shatter. Glass. A wine glass, maybe. Or someone’s patience. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“You bastard! Give me back my bounty! He was mine!” Liam shouts.

They're both standing there. A corpse lies at their feet.

Noel spots you first. He smirks. “Ah, look who came to bring order.” “Late as always,” Liam adds, arms crossed like you’re the problem here.

“He’s the one making noise,” Noel says, pointing at his brother.

“You started it, you bloody bastard! You stole my case!”