Six
“Let’s do this one first.” I grabbed a small, rectangular box and carefully shook it. It was surprisingly heavy, which didn’t bode well. I gave it another shake, hoping to get an idea of what was in it. If it had a live cat in it, it would meow. If it had a dead cat, it would smell.
Luckily, it did neither. That was a good start.
“And?” Derek asked, the curiosity clear in his voice.
I tore the tape away and pulled the sides open. “Newspapers… More newspapers… A brick, newspapers, another brick. For fangs sake, someone is taking the piss.”
My date gestured to another package. “Try another one.”
Irked by the bricks, I threw them back in the cardboard box. If all these parcels were full of bricks, someone was going to s**t them soon. When I tracked down the culprit of this miserable
