Chapter 11 The Package Is Just A Test

• The car rumbled through the French countryside, its headlights slicing through the midnight fog like dull blades.
• Santino sat rigid in the back seat, the package trembling faintly in his lap. That ticking steady, relentless gnawed at his nerves. His fingers traced its edges, feeling the coarse brown paper and the subtle vibration beneath.
• "How much longer?" Santino asked, eyes fixed on the driver's reflection.