Both the kids had been feeling a little better that morning after a good night’s sleep, and no doubt within a few days, they would be back at school. Dave gazed proudly around the workshop. It had been kitted out with all the latest machinery, and no expense had been spared. Carter’s Cars. Dave looked up at the simple sign over the door. His old man would be proud if he could see him now. Dave was planning to keep this business legit. Mostly, anyway. Obviously, he’d have to spend a few quid here and there for bribes, but there would be no stolen motors or any of that sort of stuff going on in his new business. He’d bunged some money to a friend of his to assure a contract with a group of black cabs, and he’s also secured a contract from a small bus firm, who arranged things like day trips to Southend. That would be his bread-and-butter work. Dave grinned. The sky was the limit, and he intended to expand soon.
