Nichelle stared at the post office box key. Uncertainty and anxiety wrestled in her gut. On the phone the young man had sounded scared and overwhelmed. She had arranged to meet him discreetly, but he never showed. Two days later the envelope arrived.
Maybe he just got cold feet, but Nichelle did not think so. Fear for the kid hung in her throat but she told herself: if this was something big enough to put this kid in danger, it was big enough for people to know about.
She slipped the key into her pocket and headed out the door.