the smuggler’s bible


They take Thiemo to a small room with a table, chairs and a single bare lightbulb hanging from a chain. Everybody sits. One of the men brings coffee and passes around cigarettes. Thiemo just fidgets absentmindedly with his handcuffs.

“Let’s start with the theater.”

“No, that’s terrible.” Thiemo shakes his head. “It won’t make any sense that way.”

“All right. What about the restaurant?”

“Fine. But the bottom line here is that I was like 90 percent sure it was illegal to lie about being a cop on Tinder.”

“A common misconception.”

“Yeah,” Thiemo says. “Well, I know that now.