the smuggler’s bible

Vermilyo

The sun comes over the horizon with its shit together, and things get bright fast. Vermilyo is happy for it. Shop windows become mirrors, and he is able to watch the hard-eyed face of the man following him at a competent distance. He pauses to consider a display of tie pins. The man passes him then turns to cross the street and starts back.

Vermilyo grins. Tradecraft appreciates tradecraft. After that it’s cab, subway, crowd, cab to lose the tail on his way to the exchange. The drop-box contains two small diamond earrings and a note. But he burns that.