the smuggler’s bible


Kyomori crouches beside the desk with the bag while Juliet hooks into the security system. She sways carefully between layers of counter-intrusion software. There’s a way out, she can see it—a small hole in the net, closing quickly.

“I’ve got it,” she says, pulling the plug. “Kyomori, I found—”

She feels the gun pressed against her temple, fights down a surge of nausea.

“I cut a deal,” he says. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Juliet takes a deep breath. Twenty minutes later, she leaves alone with Kyomori’s blood on the blade of her tanto knife.