“Thanks.” He grinned at Gregor, nodded to me, and then wheeled the dolly back to the van.
Gregor walked around the crate and tried to give it a shake. “Whoa, heavy! What’s in it?”
“I have no idea.”
“What did Quinn say?”
“Nothing. I’m assuming he didn’t want to talk about it at work.”
“I see it’s from Horatio Primm’s. I remember you taking Quinn there to shop for antiques and stuff when he was little. Strange. Your birthday isn’t until November.” He shook his head. “No, he wouldn’t do something as stupid as ask you to accept delivery of your own birthday present. Would he?”
“Being all spy-like? No, he’d send it out to Shadow Brook.” Especially since Tony and Bryan had moved to the West Coast. “He’ll tell us at dinner. I promised him something special.”
“Did you have something in mind?”
“I thought I’d leave it to you.”
“And I know just the thing.” He rubbed his hands together briskly. “Want to go grocery shopping with me?”