the smuggler’s bible

Cremuel

They shoot rock-paper-scissors to see who goes in first, and Thornquist wins. Cremuel slinks around to the alley with a punch dagger in his boot-top and his nerves balanced like an angel dancing on the head of a pin.

He waits for the sound of the pistol then kicks in the door and knifes a goon in the back. Another man swivels, eyes wide, and gets it in the throat.

Cremuel pauses to listen to the screams and snicker-snack of Thornquist’s rapier from the front of the building before he loots the bodies. After all, a man can’t eat justice.