He staggered back, staring at the open crate. He was hauling a fortune across the state in the middle of the night, alone and unarmed. Someone had probably intentionally done his tire harm, and maybe they knew exactly what he carried.
The truth hit him like an icy cold wave. The SUV, the silence, and the instructions had not been random. Those people weren’t curious. They were waiting for a chance. They’d followed him for hours, and they knew exactly what would spill onto the road. They’d perhaps confirmed it now.