The run down truck was parked in the middle of an empty car park. Cars were running past them, yet none had stopped for the past hour they had been parked.

Lee’s head was poking out of the opened window, he was smoking like he usually did, humming along to the music on the radio. His legs were sprawled out across the seats.

You sat in the passenger seat with a bottle of liquor. You could see the gun poking up from under the seat. Safe

And of course, just then another car pulled up.