“Who the hell is this guy?” Eponine asked as she climbed back into truck. She and Nate were watching Daniel’s progress anxiously. He was carefully balanced on the ladder and busily picking the lock on the car trunk.

“I don’t know,” Nate answered. He was on highest alert, making sure he matched the car’s speed exactly. A mistake could send Daniel through the back window. “We don’t know how these people find us, but find us they do. And then we do as we’re told, and we get paid.”

“Don’t you ever want to know more?” Eponine pursued.

“Sometimes, it’s better not to know too much.”

Eponine watched anxiously as Daniel dangled over the car. “But I don’t think he’s like us. He’s different.”

They watched as the trunk of the car in front of them popped open.

“You better get back out there to reel him in,” Nate said. “He’s almost there.”

Eponine nodded. Nate watched as Daniel took a crowbar to the large wooden crate nestled in the trunk. The “delivery boy” removed a long black box.