the smuggler’s bible


“If we check every angle—and I mean break out the protractors—there’s a shot.”

“All I needed to hear,” Rostam says, buckling himself into the cockpit. “There’s no such thing as bad odds.”

“That just isn’t true.”

“Not literally. But people leave football games up to a coin flip, right?”

“That is a profound mischaracterization of both your chances and the rituals of a beloved athletic pastime.”

Rostam finishes his preflight checks. He reaches for the ignition button as the cockpit sighs closed. “You said there’s a shot.”

“Sorry, kid. In my experience, people like that better than ‘sayonara.’”