“Come on, out. All of you.” The gang exit the car. Ron thinks it’s nice to be able to stretch his legs. Dom appraises them as a group. “So I’ve got a dodgy cockney, a coke dealer, some old bird with a shooter, and . . .” He looks at Joyce again. “Joyce,” says Joyce. “And Joyce,” says Dom. “Staking out my warehouse on a January morning. You see that a reasonable man might have questions?”
