What is in Box?

Emily Sanders is a 26 year old preschool teacher at Molly Brooke Child care center, in South Brisbane.
 On weekends, she drives up north, to her house in the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, it is like her personal getaway, she bought  it about two years ago.
Opening the front door, early Saturday morning, Emily inhaled in the fresh air,  birds  began chirping  and fluttering up in the trees, she put her airpods in and began her morning run.

She loved  being out in nature, she turned left onto MacMillan Ave, up a steep hill, down another, heading down to the beach.
The closer she got, she remembered that she and her friends would come here for the summer.
Spending  hours upon hours splashing around, jumping off the footbridge, having fun.
Old planks on the footbridge thudded,  with every step she took,  the water beneath her was calm,  she saw something bopping in and out  of the water near the shore.

​​​​​​​Impossible to make out from the sun's glare, her inquisitive mind always gets the better of her,  she had to check it out.

 Far on the left,  on the opposite side of the footbridge, the stairs lead down toward the beach,  reaching the bottom, she started stripping off,  she wore her bathers  underneath, a  ritual dip after a run.

The  water was cold,  sending shivers  through  her entire body.

She swam toward the floating object,  it was a wooden box, grabbing it,  she gave  it a shake, she heard a thud inside, there's definitely something inside, she thought, but it was  padlocked shut.

 

She swam back to shore, grabbed her clothes and headed home.

Emily placed the wet box in the  kitchen sink, she saw the memo on the fridge,  she needed  some school supplies  for Monday.

 

Emily went upstairs, slipped  her jeans on, threw on a sweat shirt, and raced down the stairs.

 

'What's inside this box' , she thought, out loud to herself as she drove,  she  had to tell someone.

She messaged her friend William, explaining what she had found, he  had replied  soon after,  he will come in the evening.

 

 William Hughes,  26 years old,  works as a bar attendant at a club in the main district at the Gold Coast in Queensland.

 She got her  supplies,  a bottle of Red, and grabbed a bite to eat on her way back  home.

Emily was tidying up the place, when her phone buzzed, she saw that William was about half hour away, she freshened up just before he arrived.

After they had a glass of red, they ate  Thai for dinner, they  managed to get  the wooden box opened.

It  had a funky  smell to it, must have been out there for a while.

It contained  two books and a flash drive, one was a little black notebook, they looked well preserved,  wrapped  in a plastic bag.

Emily  took it out of the  bag,  flipping through its pages, there were all these  dates, old and current.?

It is intense, pouring more wine for her self, she pointed to the bottle at William, "want some more"?

 

She asked,  "Nah, I am driving,"  he said,  "You can stay over if you want, you can sleep on the couch,"  she said, while pouring him a  glass.

 

William got the other book out of the plastic bag,  it was a  cheque  book,  'all of these pages are signed  and  left  blank.'?

 

This could change their entire lives, but simultaneously, could be asking for trouble.

They both decided to sleep on it, and deal with it in the morning.

 

Emily  cannot sleep, she went downstairs to get a drink,  quietly not to wake William, she saw he was not asleep either.

 

William was online, searching if anyone is looking for a lost wooden box.? Nothing.!

 

Emily walked over  with two glasses of Oj,  she sat  on the couch next to him, they chatted, until Emily had fallen asleep, he pulled the blanket  to cover them both.

 

Emily woke up dazed and confused, realizing she was not in her bed, she got up quietly,  William was still sleeping.

 

Emily decided to take a  hot shower,  deep in thought, she told herself, 'Dad would know what to do.!'He was  intrigued, when she phoned him.

William  was already in the kitchen making breakfast,  "Good morning, " she said, moving past William to sit at the table, "Hey, morning," he replied as he poured coffee into the mugs and  bought the  toast over to the table.

 

Alan Sanders,  71 years old is a retired former lawyer from Sydney. When his wife passed away, it  got difficult to stay  in the house they shared for  thirty-five years, so he moved to Queensland a few years ago.

Emily and William drove over to her father's place that afternoon.

 

Going through the contents,  the little black notbook had evidence of a  drug mule run, Alan had seen this numerous times before.

 

He looked at the other book, a  signed, and completely blank, cheque book.

 

"Dad, how much is too much  for anyone to notice anything suspicious?" 

 

Emily said, gesturing to the cheque book he was holding.

 

"A small amount  would keep it on the low and should not raise any alarms" Alan said.

"Are you sure"? William asked,  a bit of a panic in his voice.

Alan told them both, "yes, it's fine." 

 " How much do thugs  normally have?" William asked.A couple of sips of  Johnny helped calm his nerves.

  

"Dealing with such people for over twenty years, I would say millions," Alan said.

 

These thugs  kept getting away with this crap for years, he was not proud of it,  defending them, but was only  doing what he got hired for, he  thought to himself angrily.

"Hey.ahh. Emily" can, I please have the flash drive.

 

 Alan smiled to himself,  taking a  long swig of his whiskey, he said, "Ok, kids listen up"  he used  to call them that, when they were young.

 " Let us talk  about money" he said.

 He told them about his plan, that they would take just enough, not to get noticed, he knew exactly who these thugs were.

It would be placed in an offshore account, so it can't be traced back to anyone.

 

The cheque was digitally  scanned through the computer, submitting the sum of $20,000 'Each.' 

  

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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