Package number four came from Fairlawn, Ohio, and an apple-cheeked cashier at the Giant Eagle grocery store named Robin. They had to wait for her to go on break so they could follow her home and pick it up.
He slept through five. He didn’t even know where it came from. One minute, they were on the Pennsylvania/Ohio border, the next, Lucas was shaking him awake in New Jersey because they’d stopped for a toilet break. The Polaroids were in a Ziploc bag, stacked on top of the others.
Six found them in Manhattan. No personal pickup this time. They dropped the car at the rental agency at JFK, then took the subway into the city. Lucas led the way to a bank near Wall Street and retrieved the contents of a safety deposit box he must have had there. The last packet of photographs, and a bulging e
