He gazed at me for a moment, maybe trying to decide how much to tell me. "I don’t have much of anything for you, Sam. We were given the name of the boat, the name on the label to look for, and orders to take both you and the box to the station, pending a visit. I don’t even know who is coming"—he leaned in close—"but the scuttlebutt is that it’s Crew ."