"The officers conferred and hid in various locations near the building when a white van appeared around the corner. The vehicle made a squeaky stop and sat there with the motor on idle. Ramon could see before the officers could, a large man emerging from the book store that had waved the movers in.
“It sure is dark Marty.”
“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”
The two men headed toward the back of the van. Jonesy hopped inside and started pushing the packages toward the rear.
“Get down here and help me unload these,” Marty whispered.
Both men unloaded the back of the van and entered the book store as the owner held the door open. Just as they returned, an officer yelled out.
“Stop right there and put your hands up.”
“Hey, don’t shoot, we’re just delivering. We don’t know what we have,” Marty shouted holding his hand across Jonesy who still had a small handgun in his pocket.
“Check out those boxes Alex. You, tall one, keep your hands up.”
The officer in charge patted down Jonesy and pulled out an illegal phaser weapon from his hip pocket. “Well, well what do we have here?”
“We just keep it for protection. The roads are littered with gangs,” Marty wailed.
“Yeah, I know. Come you three, we’re taking a trip down memory lane. Alex did you find anything?”