52I hurried back upstairs. Pulled Jeff’s affidavits from the safe. Whipped down to the ground floor to wait for the doorbell.
When it rang, I opened the door to a skinny young woman. My height, her bright eyes on the same level as mine. The pixie-cut of her walnut-brown hair made her look like an elf.
She wore a short-sleeved blue shirt with the US Postal Service eagle logo over the left pocket. Her knee-length shorts were gray-blue with a darker stripe down each of the outside seams.
The white step van parked at curbside had the eagle on the side and familiar red and blue stripes and lettering.
In her arms, she held a brown cardboard box shaped like a sheet of paper. Six inches deep, black lettering proclaimed the name of the world’s biggest online company.
Perfect cover for this Sat
