the smuggler’s bible


“Describe to me the item’s condition.”

“Excellent, considering its age. Some interior folding. A small water stain at one corner.”


“Confirmed in every detail.”

“I see.” Endika sits back and sips gently from a demitasse. “I suppose that leaves only a few small questions regarding—I apologize for being so vulgar—provenance.”

“These matters always become so murky.”

“So I am led to believe.”

“I’m afraid I can shed no light on the matter. You must decide whether these circumstances will prevent you from possessing an original Muntzplattner.”

“Please, my friend,” Endika says, “you have mistaken curiosity for ethics.”