It was just about as easy as it was supposed to be, in and out like clockwork and no complications. It took a little bit longer than I expected is all and that was my fault anyway. I got lost, the kind of thing that could happen to anyone and was late in getting to the drop point, and got something of a dirty look from the guy who was holding the box for me but that was as far as it went. I apologized and he waved it off and gave me the box and that was it. Taking it back to the river I was of two minds about it, going back and forth wondering whether or not I should take a look inside of it. I’m not normally curious by nature but not being able to see the party I was working for had raised some native caution maybe too late. And he hadn’t said I couldn’t look inside if I wanted to. He hadn’t said I could either of course but I didn’t know him well enough to know how he’d take it. The wad of cash in my pocket was an argument for either side as I needed it. In the end I didn’t bother though I gave the box a couple of shakes just to be safe. Just paper, it sounded like, so I figured I was okay.

He didn’t say anything about what was in the box, just told me to scram and come back in a week or two and maybe there’d be something else for me. He tossed another roll of bills the same size as the one I was holding and thanked me.