The following e-mail arrives on Jason Smith’s laptop.
Sorry I didn’t show up the other night. Meet me at the cafe on Wens at 8PM. I’ll talk to you there and then.
Meanwhile, a strange figure walks out of the alley next to the cafe in a hurry, carrying a small and damaged box. In his rush he does not see a small bag fall out of a hole in the box and land between two trash cans in the alley. The stranger down the street and out of sight.
Feel free to spring board into any ideas from this. Things got slow.