The sharp crunch of gravel under tires signaled Ash’s arrival. The tension in the room shifted as she walked in, followed closely by a wiry man carrying a black case.
"Sir," Ash greeted Miguel. The man also greeted him.
"Ash," Miguel said, acknowledging her presence. He didn’t waste time. “That’s the package.” He pointed to the table.
The expert stepped forward, setting down his case and pulling out a small device. He began scanning the package methodically, his movements precise. Everyone watched, the air thick with anticipation.
Elizabeth finally broke the silence. “How long is this going to take?”
“Not long,” the expert said without looking up.
Laura, arms crossed, added, “And what exactly are you looking for? It’s just a box, right?” she said, as if trying to make herself feel be
