As I was heading out to the front door of the YMPA to go home, my phone rang immediately. That could be none other than Greg.
What was he calling me for?
I answered the phone, anxious about what's happening. "Hey Greg, what's the problem?" I asked. Greg sighed before he spoke. "Remember that drive that was inside the blue box? It's been shipped somewhere else, so we have no clue of its location."
"What does that mean?"
"That means we can't do anything, and we still do—"
"Nothing," me and Greg finished together. "So what else?"
"I want to see how you guys are doing in the Matthew Lock case."
"Terrible, to be frank with you," I said. "Matthew Lock was doing the deal, and we had it in the bag until the actual TSA decided to show up early to the scene."
