Page 41 of Get Lost

“Who sent it?”

With an exaggerated sigh, he looked at the information on the box. “Sorry. There’s no name. Just another P.O. box number.”

“Where?”

His lips tightened into a fine line, then he reviewed the label on the box again. “Los Angeles.”

“Well, that narrows it down.” Kelsey shrugged. “Okay, guess I should see what’s inside.”

His gaze flicked behind her, where a line had started to form. “Do you need help getting it into your car? It’s not very heavy.”His voice implied he didn’t actually want to help her get the box into the car.

“Thank you, but I think I can manage.”

Stretching her arms open as far as she could, she picked up the box, bracing for weight that never came. “It’s really light. What would be so light?”

“It’s really anyone’s guess.”

Kelsey narrowed her eyes at him.I don’t like your tone, sir.

The man shrugged, then waved his arm. “Next in line.”

Unable to wait a moment longer, she set the giant box on the floor at her feet and used her car key to dig through the tape so she could get her fingers between the box flaps and tear them open.

“Oh, you’vegotto bekiddingme.”

“What’s wrong?”someone in line asked.

She turned the box and tilted it toward the woman. “It’s justCheetos!”

The woman’s eyes widened at the rise in Kelsey’s voice, then she looked from the box to Kelsey, then back down at the box again. “I don’t understand.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”No one does.

With a huff, Kelsey slammed the box closed and grabbed it, then stomped out to her car.

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