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Jack turned off the main road and drove down a narrow lane. Almost there,he thought. He'd been driving all night and was trying not to fall asleep at the wheel. 20 minutes later, he parked in front of an old wooden house by a river. Nobody had lived in this house since his father died before he'd gone to work as a security guard at the Chicago Bank. He got out of the car and looked around. The sun was already rising behind the old house and the birds were already singing in the trees by the river bank. He opened the boot of the car and took out a small backpack and brown leather briefcase. Seeing the briefcase again made Jack think about what he'd done in Chicago the previous evening. Jack walked up the wooden steps to the front door and lifted up one of the porch. Underneath the pot was the front door key that he had put there last time he was there. He unlocked the door and went inside. He smiled to himself. The plan had worked perfectly. The room was just how he'd left it three month earlier, and Jack thought he'd be safe here. For a while,anyway. He walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. A man in the dark blue suit was sitting at the kitchen table. He was smoking a cigarette and had obviously been sitting there for some time. "Hello Jack", said the man. "what's in the briefcase?" He put the brief case on the table and pushed it towards him. "Take a look for yourself", said Jack.