“You don’t want that,” the man said evenly. “Lose it, and we forget tonight happened.”
Dan let the rain gather on the brim of his cap. He could toss the box and walk away. He could keep his job and his life quiet.
Or he could find out why a shipment disguised as machine parts had just spilled a fortune across a federal highway.
He made his choice—snapped a photo, slid into the cab, and hit the locks as the SUV’s rear door swung open.
