… Chris looked offshore the beach, and thought what could have happened. The persons on the picture were his grandparents and their friends. He searched through rest of the plastic bag, and found a little piece of paper. “I got the old people; meet me at the checkpoint with the money, 20pm. tonight.” It seemed like Chris grandparents, and their friends were involved in a kind of human trade. Chris didn’t know if it was some kind of crime, or joke he was getting involved into. He was trying to figure out what the checkpoint could be, but didn’t have any idea of what it could be.
Under the camera there was a little “Belongs to” note, there was an address, Sunny beach 43 Florida. It was his only little hint to find out what was going on. The address was about 1 hour driving away, from where he was. The clock was only 15pm. so he had about 5 hours to get to the potential checkpoint. He checked the bus traffic, and saw if he took the bus 6.30pm he would be in good time at the checkpoint.
The hours felt like days. Chris didn’t know what to do, the only thing he could was waiting at the beach near the bus station. He thought about what maybe could happen, and if it was necessary to call the police. He was sweating and afraid. He didn’t have any telephone, and it would take too long, if he travelled home. So the only thing he could do, was going to the “checkpoint” and see what was going on.
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