A gloved hand reached past Dan’s shoulder, careful, practiced, like it had picked things up from crime scenes before. “These are sensitive materials,” the man said. “Chain of custody is important.”
“Funny,” Dan replied, “my manifest says machine parts.”
The hand paused, then withdrew. “Then let’s keep your paperwork tidy, Mr. Carter.”
Lightning cracked over the interstate—and in that white flash, Dan finally saw the face that went with the voice.
