My Son’s Warning at the Airport Changed Everything

I whispered.

Kenzo moved to the far corner, kneeling beside a loose floorboard. He pried it up with practiced fingers.

“There,” he breathed.

Another phone. Sleek. New. And a sealed envelope.

I stuffed it all into the backpack.

That’s when we heard voices downstairs.

“Police said the site was clear,” a man said. His voice was low, irritated.

“Boss wanted continue reading …