“What is it?” Jared asked as he stopped and turned to walk toward a customs agent who sat in a nearby cubicle.
“We found these in the mail last night,” the agent said, pointing down at a puffy brown envelope on his desk and a large pile of blue ecstasy pills that had been discovered in the package.
“How many are in there?” Jared asked.
“I counted two hundred,” the agent replied.
“Two hundred?!”
“Two hundred.�