15. COMPENSATION

"What's in there?" I ask, my voice failing me. What if it's like a letter bomb but in this case, a package bomb?

"Is that a joke?" Jake says, his eyes on the door he was opening. "You ordered them. I've been standing here for the last twenty minutes, waiting for you to come back."

"You should have called me."

"I did. You were not reachable."

He picked up the two packages that sat in the corner, each wrapped in brown paper. The door creaked open when he opened it and held it in place with a broad shoulder to enable his free passage. I wanted to say to him to leave the stuff outside but what was going to be my reason? My younger brother will stare at me in that funny way he looks at me when he thinks I'm doing or saying something stupid and then still proceed to take the stuff in.

Who could have sent them and what was hidden away by their packaging wraps? I was eager and at the same time, scared. And how the fuck did they get my brother's number?

Jake struggled to get the materials thr