You're sitting alone in your car.
It's dark.
It's cold.
It's really no place to be,
but you were told you were to receive a package.
A man in a dark coat
and low-brimmed hat
steps up to the side of your car
and raps on the window.
You roll it down a few inches,
and he slips a manila folder through.
Inside are several envelopes,
each labeled with a name.
There's at least a dozen of them.
Maybe more.
(It's a big folder.)
Inside them are pictures.
Dossiers.
Police reports.
You suddenly remember the names.
Recognize them.
However unfortunate it may be,
you've come
