the smuggler’s bible

Juliet

The villa is on a hill with a view of the valley that stretches for miles. The deepest cellars aren’t wired for electricity, but they’re bomb-proof. Juliet knocks holes into ceilings and floors and drops cables. That’s where she puts the terminal. She spends hours crouched in the cold, casting her net wide into the sea, until she hauls in somebody with an ear for rumors.

“Th-the Kuril run was a disaster,” the source says. “Or it went flawlessly. Somebody cut up—”

“But what about the take?”

Suddenly, Juliet is alone in the dark, and her hands are shaking.