Nothing resembling a deceased person. Instead, there was a shocking and grotesque sight that momentarily froze the officer in place. The coffin was packed with bundles of cash and illicit substances, neatly wrapped and stacked in an orderly fashion, as if mocking the very sanctity the coffin was supposed to represent. The faint smell of chemicals and fresh ink from the money filled the air, overpowering any other scent.
The officer quickly stepped back and drew his weapon, instincts and training taking over as he ordered the driver to put his hands in the air. The man, his earlier facade of calm now completely shattered, complied, his face a mix of fear and resignation.
