the smuggler’s bible


The score for the day is a wool sweater Fiona finds wadded up in a bag under the basement staircase of a townhome. Every fixture and pipe has been stripped for metal, but—thank god—the scavengers missed the sweater.

All of them, that is, except Fiona.

She pulls it over her head and tucks the front in on the left side so she can still get to her gun. Then she starts the hike back to the car. She’s almost halfway there when she hears cardboard rustling in an alley and the faint click of small claws on pavement.