Chapter 25
Headlights moved down the lane toward Lucent. Christian and I dropped to our bellies. My pulse raced, and I held my breath.
A big white truck pulled up and parked at the dock in front of the garage door. On its side, it read “Pederson Foods.” One of the two drivers jumped out and rang a doorbell at the side of the garage door. From our view we couldn’t see who answered it.
“The usual?” the driver asked. Whoever answered must have just nodded because the two men began to unload the truck.
For the next thirty minutes, Christian and I waited. I would’ve been totally bored, but Christian kept me dizzily entertained by rubbing the underside of my hand. I leaned into him and lowered my head. His breath warmed the back of my neck, sending chills up and down my spine, but that was n
