Category: Courier Files

Ren’s route started ordinary—warehouse dock, manifest stack, coffee gone too soon. He scanned the morning load and paused on a tube: heavy-duty cardboard cylinder with metal end caps and a tamper strip sealed clean. No return address, just a printed label: Deliver to: 13841 Vespera Rd and the loose instruction you see when someone’s not…

Ren had hauled stranger things than most couriers could imagine—garden statues in shrink-wrap, a mannequin family with taped faces, even a single tire on a pallet. But this crate felt different the second he saw it. Chest-high, steel-banded corners, rough planks, and a polished brass padlock. Someone had stenciled FURNITURE on the side, then tried…

The Courier Files Episode 2: Vanishing Drop-Off Ren’s van rumbled over the cracked edge of East Vernon Avenue, the last leg of a short morning run. The package was light — barely heavier than a paperback — and the label was clean, new, and ordinary. No wax seals. No gold thread. Just a street address…

The Courier Files Episode 1: The Package The morning air in Los Angeles had that familiar haze — not quite fog, not quite smog — the kind that makes streetlights glow like muted lanterns. Lorenz “Ren” Phautos had been on the road since 7:00 a.m., his battered silver van humming over cracked asphalt, the smell…