Evie reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a wallet. It's simple, but the tailoring on it is impeccable, the black leather soft. In the corner, her initials were engraved, pressed into the leather. Expensive, but nothing you'd be able to pawn.

Without any ado, she starts counting out bills- 20 pound notes. Easier to hide, if need-be. She knew how things worked on Dodger's part of town. "Anything with regards to what few Raymond supporters we have left, is what I've got my eye on right now."

She pauses, looks up at him, and adds an extra 20 as she speaks: "and let's keep the old one out of it, if we can, shall we?" He doesn't have to answer. The money is his.