One Last Job With VengeanceChapter 2
The four-berth touring van had been Dan's refuge since that day. Homely as it was with its black carpet and curtains, that were hung up to try to keep as much light from escaping into the blackest of nights as possible, it was certainly not the way he wanted his life to be. Working since the age of fourteen he had nothing to show for the long hours of the day and night shifts that he had put into various genuine jobs over the past twenty odd years. The UK was dying, and dying fast. The...