Contracts

Everything is fake. Handbags are fake; perfume is fake; cheap knock-off trainers are fake. John is fake. Not even his name is real. What do you do when you've been on the run for two years, breezed through all the money from the last 'job' and the only things you possess are the psychological toll and one slim connection left in the world?You end up washed up and ready to pitch into another job even more dubious than the last. That's what you do...