Rafe is sitting behind the desk in his office, staring at a stack of paperwork that seems to have multiplied while he wasn't looking. He can't remember the last time he had a proper day off.

Dealers have been coming through all day to collect product, hand over money, ask questions, make excuses and occasionally waste his time. His jaw aches from clenching it. His coffee has gone cold twice.

Then he hears a car pull up outside. Rafe looks toward the window.

BANG

The sound of the car door shutting makes him pause.

He leans back in his chair, listening.

"Who the fuck is that?".