the smuggler’s bible


“He used parts of two girls. At least. The lab thinks it might be more.” Pontchartrain drops a bag on the desk. Inside is a sheet of paper with ragged embroidered edges. “This was sewn to the dress with the same thread he used everywhere else.”

Pretty dolls who dance where hungry things live
Deserve to receive the gift that I give.
Sewers are low, my kingdom is lower.
Isn’t she fine in crimson and clover?

“What the hell does he mean talking about clover?”

“The wreath, I think.” Pontchartrain shrugs. “Or maybe it’s supposed to be a crown.”