Money. Money Money…
That’s all Jack cared about. Money. Well, money and his own self-preservation. He’d sell his dear old mother out for a Sprink. In fact, he probably had at some point in his life. Dear Ol' Jack Roller was all about the Dragots!!
And now he was here in London. It was a far cry from the States for sure, but he’d heard about this Knockturn Alley from a- ah – shall we say coworker? It sounded like the perfect place to make a quick couple of bucks. Especially with the World Cup playing out here. Now, if only he could find the bar. He loved barflies. They were his people and easy to con out of money. |