Sara
I gripped the steering wheel tightly and kept focused on the road. I followed the GPS direction precisely and tried to swallow down the knot in my throat. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous, but I couldn't shake this nauseous feeling that I had. I turned on the street and followed the guide until I came across a nondescript house on the left side.
I parked and looked at it. There was nothing suspicious about the house-nothing to suggest that a crime boss lived here.
Hesitantly, I got out and headed up to the front door. I looked around, not really sure what I was looking for, but it looked like a normal neighborhood. There was nothing out of place. I knocked on the door and built up all my nerve.
I heard noises behind the door that sounded like someone moving a lot of boxes aro
