The package was scheduled to be picked up at 5:15, and like any good thriller, I knew there’d be terrible consequences if I didn’t follow the instructions.

The package. Photo by Author.

I felt sick from the previous night of birthday indulging, but we drove the 90 minutes to San Juan Capistrano anyway.

At 5:17, Andy turned into the driveway and proceeded to the pick-up point. As we got closer, we saw an unmarked package placed on a folding chair on the porch.