Evan Keller glanced at the photo that had been sent over.
The person was bundled up tightly, not missing a mask or a hat. But considering the recent flu season, this attire didn't draw too much attention.
The officers stationed along the route covertly monitored the young man's every move, ready to act if he did anything unusual.
The young man felt that something wasn't quite right. It seemed like there were more people around than usual.
But a quick glance revealed nothing out of the ordinary.
The pedestrians around him seemed normal, each one busy with their own affairs.
'It must be my imagination. Whatever. Big Bro said he'll pay me after a few more deliveries, and then I'll have the money to pay off my debts.' The young man shook his head, pushing the strange, unsettling feeling to the back of his mind as he started to calculate his upcoming profit.
As he did the math, he bounced happily a few times and quickened his pace toward the Thompsons' place.
