The Switchoff

He was followed to the house by the sea.  Miguel was cocky enough that he wouldn't bother to look behind him.  Janel knew that and used it to her advantage. She was glad to be in a non-descript vehicle.  She had removed her plates just before she reached the dead end road at the beach.  The owner's of the house had left retreating to Florida. 

 Soon, a dark Cadillac passed her and parked next to Miguel's KIA.  A suited man got out.  His sunglasses were especially dark and he was in a hurry. That is where the exchange took place.  In choreographed fashion, the driver popped open the trunk.  Miguel packed the boxes, one by one as though there was gold bullion inside.

The suited man moved toward Miguel.  Miguel took the package wrapped in brown paper and tucked it into his pockets in the gray hoody. As the two cars left the sandy road, Janel slouched down in her car.  She didn't want to be seen.  Just in case.

As Janel turned right, she noticed  fleet of black cars blocking the men. She had her videocamera mounted in case she needed it.  She began filming immediately and couldn't wait to view it later that night. They had been intercepted and Janel wanted answers.

Just as she downloaded the film, her iPhone rang.  She didn't know the caller.  The number was blocked.

"Hello," she said.

The phone went dead.