the smuggler’s bible


Juliet glides along the beam, running a query on Kyomori’s ship. All she finds is rumors, of course. Rumors about the governments in Washington, Moscow, Hong Kong and stops in a hundred different corporate ports of call. According to the net, Kyomori is a myth. He’s retired. He’s dead.

Juliet laughs when she reads the last rumor, because she started it.

Far off, she can feel the surf pounding like a dull throb in her chest—her precious seconds ticking away.

Somebody’s paying Kyomori a lot of money. But who hires a ghost to come all the way out here?