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"Have you got all the money on you?"
Janokovic asks, as they enter the carriage and places themselves on three vacant
seats in the almost empty train. There are not many people taking the train out
of Brighton at this time. Most passengers go the opposite way. Janokovic feels it
is a relief to get away from the city. For the first time, since knocking the closet
up, he feels joy - his plan succeeded and he feels proud. He smirks to himself as
he watches Brighton quietly disappear in mist as the train leaves the city.
"Everything," replies Matt, as he thoroughly pulls the plastic packaging off the
sandwich in his hand.
"We got the money," Eik says with his mouth full of food.
“Then we’ll go and find a safe place, where we can store the money later. I think
there has to be a hotel where we can stay, and then we save the money in their
vault, ” says Janokovic and, like the others, starts eating a sandwich.
Chapter 6
The Skillers
Dan Hadcliff, Nigel Jones and Eugene Tafft are in the area around Grosnover
Place not far from Victoria Station, playing rockabilly music. This is how it’s been
for this past month.
Dan is the lead singer of the band; a tough fella with long and slim arms that’s
completely filled with cheap tattoos. Eugene Tafft is the polite one in the band;
he is well proportioned, has strong brown hair and soft, light brown eyes,
sometimes reminiscent of a wounded animal. Although he is the friendliest and
the one who wears the nicest garments, he is the only one who has been to
prison multiple times. He stands with a firm posture, smiling with his double
bass in his hands, which was somehow his rescue out of his criminal past; it’s
been his path up until now. It was his grandfather, Daniel Tafft the First, who
taught him how to play. Although Eugene was poor at school and didn’t have the
slightest aspiration to learn to play bass, he was persuaded to attend a class with
his grandfather twice a week, receiving tuition after school.
