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If I thought I’d panicked earlier when I heard the sirens, that’s nothing compared to what I’m feeling now. I look all around me, trying to see if there’s anyone around – the person who stole the parcel, someone who might have seen who did or someone who might have seen me come back to the moped. There’s nothing. Plenty going on outside the loading area and the network of alleyways that come off of it, but nobody in the immediate vicinity.
I lean over and rest my hands on my knees, trying to steady my breathing. I don’t know for sure what was in that parcel, but I’ve got a pretty good idea it was either a huge amount of drugs or an even huger amount of money. And bearing in mind the people I’m dealing with here, losing either of those things is far from ideal.
I look inside the compa
