Pickup was at a private estate on the outskirts of town. Dan noticed iron gates, stone lions, and a driveway long enough to lose sight of the main road. Floodlights glared through the mist as Dan rolled up to the loading bay. He expected movers, but instead, there were silent men in suits.
They didn’t introduce themselves or talk much. They just pointed him toward the dock and started loading. The crates looked uniform. They were unmarked and sealed tight, but each thudded like it weighed a ton. He checked his paperwork twice, muttering, “Furniture, huh?” Nobody said anything.