Edward attempted to lift one end of the crate, to no avail. “Damn, this thing is heavy … a little help?”

Joe reluctantly abandoned his sandwich and lumbered to the other end of the crate. “You weren’t kidding, were you? Wouldn’t think a crate so small would weigh so much. You think maybe we should see what’s in there?”

Edward answered the question with a glare. “We made a deal with the client. We don’t ask questions. Whatever weighs so much is his business, not ours.”

They heard a loud thud as they dropped the crate onto the platform. “Well. That heavy and it ain’t even full … wonder if we’re moving gold bricks or something?” Joe laughed at his own joke, earning him a glare from Edward as the platform lifted the crate into the waiting truck.