the smuggler’s bible


Perry’s robe gets caught in the secret door behind the bookshelf as everybody files quietly into the library, pulling his hood back. Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles and Professor Henry Graves catches a glimpse of a strobe-lit shadow on the wall of an arm raised high, holding the dagger. He spins around and flicks on a lamp.

“Is that you, mister mayor?”

“Goddamnit, Hank, put that light out, would you?”

“And Joe the butcher,” Graves says, “and Mrs. Anderson from the tea shop!”

Sure, they still stab him—I mean, come on, obviously—but afterwards, everyone agrees the ritual kinda sucked.