He remembered the way Alvarez smiled when handing him the keys. He was tight and distracted. In retrospect, his smile reeked of guilt rather than kindness. The memory twisted in his gut. “You knew, you bastard,” Dan muttered, gripping the wheel harder. “You knew what was in there and you set me up.”
It made sick, perfect sense. Alvarez leaks the route, takes a cut, and lets the driver take the fall. A stolen shipment, a conveniently foolish driver, and a closed case. By the time the police tracked it down, he, Dan would be long gone or worse.