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Nodding at the other’s man words regarding how he would let Roman’s people pick up the cargo, Roman went to reach for another box from a different section of the pallet and placed it next to the other, ready to open it as well. It was only their conversation regarding the drop-off that had him pausing, eyes narrowing as he looked over the stack of boxes. “No, man. That ain’t right.” Roman told him, reaching out to put an arm across the other’s chest, forcing him back a few feet from the stack as he himself backed away. “Describe the drop-off to me, Molina. What’d the guys look like? What’d they drive? Because we got at least 5 boxes that ain’t what they’re supposed to be, or if they are that then they ain’t mine, and that’s a problem.”
Matteo was surprised by the others reaction, but moved back quickly as he pushed him. He thought for a second. “Same as last time. Box truck, two guys, dark clothes, with hats. They knew the right phrases that you told me they would and unloaded the boxes. It went easy. There is an envelope on top they said was for you.” He told him having forgotten about that completely “I just counted the boxes, 50 in total. They said that was right and I locked it.” He told him.


























