Adrian
The parking lot felt empty even though it wasn't. It had three levels of concrete, bad lighting, and the smell of oil and cold air. My footsteps echoed more than I liked.
Kenji was parked on the third level with a clear line of sight down to where I was standing. His instructions had been simple: if anyone comes near you that isn't the contact, text me and get moving. He hadn't liked any part of this plan, but he'd shown up anyway, which was the thing about Kenji. He always complained about everything but ended up doing it anyway.
The contact was already there when I arrived.
A woman in her forties, maybe, wearing simple clothes like she didn’t want to stand out. She didn't introduce herself. She didn't bother shaking my hand. She just held out an envelope.
I took it.
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