"I know what you mean. It's like purposely handing your freedom over." The hired car was nice, but not nearly big enough for Sam to be comfortable in the back. He was thankful to Robbie, though for allowing him the extra leg room. When the car finally pulled up outside the pub, Sam tipped the driver with nod. They had an account with this service and the monthly bill was always paid on time.
"Alright, kiddo. Who are we tonight? Talent agents? MI-5? Lost American tourists?" He smirked. "Your Dad once told some girl he was an ATF agent, so that meant he had to inspect all of her drinks before she drank them."