As you nod, you see the French girl motion with her hand and an older man comes over from the small crowd of people that has gathered in a rough semi-circle around the stoop. The groups about thirty feet from you and no one is making any threatening noises, but there is a look, a hunger in their eyes. Something.
The man takes the case from the woman and places it on the battered railing for support as he opens it. From your vantage point, you can see lots of small packets of pills and powders, common drug paraphernalia. While you watch him, you get a response from Mike. [color=green}>>Spokane. You are right; this is a deal for a friend, but it pays to keep even friends honest. The package she gives you should contain several quality SINs, complete with associated documents. I need those back here. If you have experience with fake SINs, you might examine them, but I am fairly certain that they are good. She risks losing my business if she cheats me.<<