May did not seem like she was lying, but I was still skeptical. After all, it sounded too good to be true.
“Eighty dollars for a single delivery? What could be inside those packages?” I expressed my doubts out loud.
“The contents of the packages? Don’t worry about that. It’s nothing dangerous, and it’s not like anyone’s going to question where you’re going since you drive a taxi.” May took a sip of beer, frowned, and put the glass down.
"Anyway, the choice is yours. Just let me know if you don’t want to do it, and I’ll find someone else. And just so you know, you’re the first person I’ve offered this to,” she stressed like she was doing me a good favor. Her expression was completely serious, and to be honest, I was tempted.
"Are you sure it won't cause me any trouble?" I asked doubtfu
