FIFTEEN
Adam opened the storage unit and looked around outside the locker to make sure no eyes watched him. When he convinced himself it was clear, he opened the trunk of his car and pulled out three more boxes. He put them in the back of the unit, next to twelve other boxes already in place. He quickly threw pillows or sheets to fill the top half of each box and then closed and locked the door on the unit. He looked around again saw that he had drawn no attention. Perfect. He climbed back into the car and began to drive out of the storage facility. He pushed his six-digit number into a keypad, and the wrought iron gate slowly began to slide open. His phone rang, and he saw that Chris was calling. “Hi, Chris,” he answered.
“Where are you?” she asked.
The question threw him for a moment,
