Akudama Drive Courier Novels & Stories

" Alfred studied the courier's profile and suddenly his heart beat faster. "What's your name?" asked Alfred. "Terence," replied the courier. Terence asked Alfred to hold his cat basket and untied the tie that held Alfred's package to his motorbike. "This is your package, Mr. Jeremiah. Thank you for using our courier service and if you have any questions or complaints regarding package delivery, you can directly contact our service hotline," said Terence in automatic mode. Terence tied his cat basket where he put Alfred's order box and spoke very softly to calm the animal.

He had a map spread out on the study table when I came down, marked up in pencil, folded soft at the creases like he’d been carrying it in his jacket for years. “You found something,” I said. “The driver.” He didn’t look up. “The kitchen delivery I flagged the morning I got here. The one who got swapped with no paperwork.” I crossed my arms and waited. “He’s not a driver. He’s a courier. Real name doesn’t matter, he’s used four. He runs for a freight outfit out east called Brindisi Logistics. On paper it moves produce and dry goods to restaurants. In practice it moves whatever you pay it to move and it doesn’t ask questions.”

the man asked, eyes flashing with surprise at my sudden mood shift. I stepped back instinctively. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, dude! What game are you playing?” I screeched. Fear coursed through me. He looked confused. Maybe he was pretending. “Who… sent you? Anonymous?” “I’m really sorry. It’s a gift. The client didn’t want to deliver it personally,” he explained, then showed me an ID from his pocket. “I mean no harm. This is DAMI Logistics.” I squinted. Okay… employer. Legit. Trusted. I’d used them before.

“You’re my son. You’re coming home with me. End of discussion.” The driver glanced nervously at me through the rearview mirror. He’d heard enough, seen enough, probably already wondering if this was the kind of fare that would get him tangled in police business. “Ma’am, should I—” “Just drive,” I cut in, my tone sharp enough to slice steel. But he wouldn't turn on the engine. I hissed and pulled out my business card and slapped it against the front seat, shoving it toward the driver as though my brief introduction could erase his doubts. “I'm Adele Ford, CEO of Coastal Sonata Retreat, the—”

A calm sea lapped against the harbor, periodically sending waves that rocked the ships that waited there. In a while, at a great distance, Don‟s convoy approached. Only three cars could be seen now. The other cars had done as instructed. The tinted glass had offered additional protection and the Cadillac itself had been fitted with bulletproofs. Slowly they maneuvered the cars through the entrance. All the shipment containers had code labels. M105 for cocaine in breakable artifacts to R321 and codes AB42 for human cargo. They drove through the maze of containers and then spotted a seating of cars in an open space and a party of armed gentlemen waiting there.

Chapter 48: Ryker's POV "Say that again." Elias does not flinch. He has worked for me long enough to know that the stillness that comes over me when something is genuinely wrong is more dangerous than the versions that make noise. "A courier was tracked from the Kane estate this morning. Paid in cash through a third-party service , clean, no direct connection. He made one delivery. Clinic on the east residential road." A pause. "Addressed to E. Voss."

“You’re clear. Level 3. Look for a black sedan, license plate ending in 8-3-9. Drop happens in two minutes.” From a surveillance van nearby, Damon watched her through drone feed, his breathing shallow but steady. “Jules, take your time. This feels… wrong.” She moved past two janitors and a woman with a stroller—civilians. Maybe. The air felt heavy. Off. “There it is,” she whispered. “Black sedan. Engine’s running. Briefcase is on the passenger seat.” “No sign of the courier,” Vin murmured. Damon’s voice tensed. “Juliette, fall back. Now.”

She waved her off smiling Tiana shook her head at her wiping the sweat on her forehead. They continued to talk until they were done, Tiana paid for both of them. "I'm ordering bolt" Amanda said looking at her phone. "Don't,I have a ride that can take us." They walked out of the restaurant seeing the driver waiting for them in a Land Cruiser Prado with tinted windows. "Ouuu, I love dealing with a rich nigga." Amanda sang as the driver opened the door for them. Tiana chuckled. "Ma, Mr Adesanya said you should check your phone." The driver informed her.

Mas Suma is engrossed in his cell phone, he can be heard occasionally mentioning the name of his secretary, Desi. My eyes widened seeing the inbox in the gallery email. Signed there is a number fifteen, meaning a number of incoming emails. Ah, maybe an online ad. Indeed, who knows this gallery? With a pounding heart I opened the inbox incoming emails. If so, this is from the customer, meaning he is the first customer. First e-mail, from Cargo Company. They offer fast, cheap and secure shipping. Delivery can be domestic and foreign, Second e-mail, from teak wood supplier. Third, a service company that takes care of export documents.

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.