Chapter 5

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Jed watched the warehouse crew load his van. As soon as they were done, he drove a few blocks to a garage on the alley and entered from the back. There Barton Gage, a fellow agent with a detection dog, checked over each package. The canny canine could detect drugs, some explosives, and other hazardous materials by odor. They’d have to be packed hermetically to avoid detection by the dog’s sensitive nose. Today, like each day for the past week, everything seemed to be clean.

“Nothing,” Barton said, as he led the dog from the van. “I sure hope we aren’t on some wild goose chase here.”

“Me, too,” Jed agreed. “Even though this delivery gig is easier than some undercover jobs I’ve done. So far nobody’s shooting at me anyway. I had a minor run-in with some yahoo out at Cameron Creek the other day, but I’d classify him as the village idiot with an attitude. Nothing to do with this case.”