So Many Questions
As they drove, Derek’s mind whirled with questions. What was in these packages? Why were those men so intent on collecting them? And most importantly, what had he gotten himself into? He glanced nervously at Madeleine, who was gripping the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white. “Derek, you need to tell me what’s going on,” she said, her voice tense. “Those men back there… they looked like government agents or something.”
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