 As it reached the corner, someone inside flicked out a package, and then the car disappeared into the night. Frank Jessup suddenly darted out of the shadows, scooped up the package, and came running straight toward me. Hold it, Frank. I said hold it. Let go. Let go. What are you doing here? I don't have to ask you that question, do I, Frank? And I don't have to guess what's in that package. Let go. Not a chance. All right. Look, darling.