Close Call
Just as Derek pried open the crate, the sound of footsteps echoed nearby. He froze, his pulse quickening. “Someone’s here,” he whispered. Wren’s voice was calm but urgent. “Stay quiet. Get what you need and get out.” Derek rifled through the crate, his hands shaking. He found a package identical to the ones from the accident site and quickly tucked it under his arm. The footsteps grew louder, and Derek ducked behind a nearby stack of crates.
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