the smuggler’s bible

Palomides

Everyone at the castle is friendly and they serve up a killer lunch. They tell Palomides he’s welcome to stay, but—hey, man, fair warning—the vibe can get sort of melancholy. And, yeah, once they bring it up he starts to notice all of the weeping and dolorous behaviors.

He asks if anything in particular need doing, and they tell him all about it.

“Don’t worry,” Palomides says on his way out the door, intending to drop a double-weight sack of revenge on somebody’s porch, “I’m like the fourth best guy in the world at this kind of stuff.”