His heart pounded in his chest, a flurry of adrenaline fueling both fear and determination. He got out of the car, the crunch of gravel underfoot resonating in the quiet of the evening. The dog, sensing the tension in the air, jumped down and followed, staying close to his side.

The bag was muddy and soaked, streaked with dirt and the residue of rain. The man knelt down beside it, hesitating for a moment. A part of him desperately hoped it was nothing more than a mistake, maybe a bundle of discarded clothes or garden waste. Yet the movement he’d seen earlier suggested otherwise.