Akudama Drive Courier Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Standing on the porch was a young man in a clean dark blue courier uniform, holding a locked leather pouch and a silver clipboard. "Mr. Noah Reed?" the courier asked politely. "Yes," Noah said, holding out the silver master drive. "This is the master key for the Apex Global Trust." The courier took the drive, slipped it into the leather pouch, and locked it with a small key. He handed Noah the silver clipboard and a black pen. "Please sign your name on line one to confirm the handover, sir," the courier said smoothly. Noah took the pen and signed his name clearly across the white paper.

“Well, you want a caregiver, but I’m not up for the job. Someone is happy to do it for you, though.” He walked out of the ward without looking back. Once at the balcony at the end of the corridor, Kaze pulled out his phone to give Hunter a call. “K? I would not want to inconvenience you by asking you to call.” Hunter added ingratiatingly, “The seven-seater MPV has been delivered to your home. Is there anything else I can do for you?” Kaze had befriended the Queens. Once Kaze left Taurus Automobiles, Hunter instructed the delivery of the MPV.

**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.

"Courier’s GPS is tracking live again. No alerts from the gatehouse." I look in the rearview mirror. The courier shakes his head, kicks his engine back on, and continues up the cliff toward the Morandi estate. Butcher meets me down the road, once I’m safely out of sight of the courier. I hit the brakes, slowing down just enough for him to yank the door open and drop his massive frame back into the tiny leather seat. "Poor kid’s gonna be hard all day after all that touching," Butcher grumbles, tossing the cartridge into the cup holder.

Honestly, as long as the baby is healthy, that is all that I care about. “Well how did car shopping go?” Alek asks. “It went fine. I found a nice 4 door sedan that I loved so we ordered one. They didn’t have one in the lot that had everything that we need to Kaden ordered it and the car should be here in a week.”

She peeked out, spotting mercenaries moving toward the shipment truck—a massive vehicle rumored to carry Katrina’s deadly cargo. Damon fired with precision, taking down two attackers. Lucas flanked from the side, covering their retreat. The battle was brutal but brief. Damon’s team pressed forward, securing the area just as the shipment truck’s doors creaked open. Inside were crates marked with hazardous symbols—explosives, weapons, and vials of an unknown chemical. “This is worse than we thought,” Lucas muttered. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the darkness—a figure stepping into the dim light, clapping slowly.

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

But I didn’t stop. I leaned close, whispering against the courier’s blood-soaked face. “Tell me, boy. Where’s Damian moving his shipments next?” The courier shook, sobbing. “Spain. Valencia. Tomorrow night. Dock 14. I swear.” I studied him. His terror looked real. His words tasted true. But I wasn’t done. “Good,” I said softly. “Now prove it.” His eyes flickered with confusion. “How—?” I pulled the pistol from my waistband, pressed it to his knee, and fired.