the smuggler’s bible

Juliet

If she closes her eyes and concentrates Juliet can still feel the stone floor underneath her, the chill of the villa’s basement—but faintly, like a memory. So, even now, she thinks, not everything is haywire.

She shades her eyes with a hand and starts across the grass toward the building. It’s squat and ugly, made of dirty concrete. It seems out of place. Then again, maybe that’s the point. As she approaches, a door swings open and a voice issues out of the inky blue darkness.

“Ah, you’re here” it says. “I’ve been waiting so long. So very long.”