Every box took two men to move, and even then, they grunted under the strain. It seemed too heavy and dense for chairs or cupboards, but then, antique furniture was always more solid. The work was quick and methodical. Each strap was pulled twice, and each corner checked. No one looked at him long enough to hold eye contact.
When the final crate was in, one of the men stepped forward. “No stops. No shortcuts. You drive straight through, understood?” His tone carried an authority unusual for a shipping company agent.