WHEN: Thursday, 10 June, 1980; around noon WHERE: Fleamarket, Cardiff WHO: A.J. Runcorn & Frank Longbottom ( @franklongbooty )
There was only one word that could accurately describe A.J.’s mental state in the day’s following the night he ended up on Cleo’s couch: anxiety. The logical part of A.J. assumed it was only a matter of time until smuggling caught up with him, given he took advance of odd jobs for the past couple of years. But he could not merely satisfy himself with logic, nor the assumption that if he had yet to be caught, perhaps he was truly lucky that night. Instead, his mind continued spiraling, distrusting anyone who paid him more than a passing glance. When his eyes landed on Frank Longbottom, he felt torn. An old friend, yes, but someone who worked for the DMLE none the less. He nodded, deciding to keep his temperament easy.
“Don’t tell me you’re also here shopping for Victorian era lampshades.”