the smuggler’s bible


Somewhere around the third corner the sackcloth starts seeping red. It leaves a thick smear on the floor.


“I thought you double-bagged him.”

“I did.”

Swan throws up his hands. “Jesus Christ, we didn’t budget time for clean-up. I didn’t even bring the stuff.”

“Well, I’m not doing it. I stabbed the guy.”

“We could always add a fourth. I know a fella, he’s a good hand with a mop.”

Plug and Runt cringe from the look in Swan’s eyes.

“FINE, SURE, A FOUR-MAN CONSPIRACY,” he says. “WHY DON’T WE JUST TELL THE WHOLE—oh, goddamnit, he’s leaking again.”