the smuggler’s bible


The big electric sign above the benches at the train station has a single number blinking as the minutes tick down. By Guy’s watch, the time displayed is sixteen hours in the future.

“There really isn’t anything sooner?”

“Buster, I don’t drive the train. Maybe that one will make it in early.”

“Like, today?”

The ticket agent laughs.

“Help me out. I have a very important appointment to keep. Is there anything I can do?”

“What sort of appointment?”

“Let’s say a wedding.”

“Well, there’s the phones.” The agent points. “But I wouldn’t call until you finish writing the apology.”