Money doesn't buy silence.

James recalled his fathers' epitaph as he grabbed a shovel from the boot. Surrounded on all sides by snow, Will's red work van looked like a flare. In such pristine snow, it wouldn't take a pair of binoculaurs to see it from miles away.//

"Worrying about the van again?" Asked Will as he slammed the back doors shut.

"I just think you could've picked something a bit ...