The truck on the road moving in the direction of the mansion was at the higher end of the medium size. It was hauling a container carefully secured according to the rules.
Even a patrolling police officer would not find anything to trouble the truck driver with. The latter had a quiet expression, and he looked a little numb, but anyone seeing that would only chalk it up on tiredness. After all, it was not easy being a truck driver.
At that moment, a phone rang, interrupting Lucas and Patrick who had resumed their conversation as the latter's wife had gone back to bring the rest of the meal.
Lucas watched Patrick frown at the unexpected call from a number he did not recognize. He hesitated for a moment, before picking up the call.
The frown only deepened on Patrick's face, and he turned to Lucas who had stopped paying attention to him:
"Do you know a certain Jack Schneider? How did he get my number?"