the smuggler’s bible


Fiona shoots the first person she meets after wandering into the shanty town. The place is built up against the side of rusted out oil tanker and everything is mostly the same dirty shade of red-brown.

“Big ol’ wave dropped it off,” somebody says from the shadows as she stares up at the ship.


“Well, I sure wasn’t around to see it. But that’s what they say.”

The cat meows in Fiona’s bag and pops its head through a gap in the zipper.

“Oh, darlin’.” Light glints suddenly off a knife blade. “You didn’t tell me you had meat.”