What’s in the Box?

Grace felt a sinking feeling punch her in the gut. This wasn’t delivered by a mail person or a parcel delivery company. Only her name was scrawled on it in childish script. If she had to figure out. The person used their non-writing hand to write her name.

“Bart, I do not know where that came from. I don’t expect anything ever to come to the motel. I have a PO Box in the city for anything or I set up to pick up the package at a local postal outlet.”

“Then we start by leaving it there and getting your things out of here. Then we get everyone to move their vehicles a safe distance away for the time being. Get everyone out of the surrounding motel suites. You get the motel manager and I’ll call this in. We’re going to take this seriously. There could be evidence on the package, or it could be explosive. We don’t know right now.” Bart couldn’t believe they would stoop to such a cowardly act of intimidation. The motel wasn’t heavily populated, but still blowing u