He shoved the jewels back into the pouch, reloaded the crate as best he could, and slammed the doors shut. He took the precaution of sliding a wrench into the handles of the door, so they wouldn’t slide open again. His hands shook from adrenaline. He climbed into the cab, heart hammering so loud it drowned out the rain.
He grabbed his phone. It still said No Service. He swore under his breath and dropped it. The dashboard clock blinked at him uselessly. For a second, he considered turning back, but he had no idea who might be waiting behind either.