the smuggler’s bible


Yulia slides in through the back and nudges past the cooks and the busboys in the wings. The bouncer on the stool shakes his head dolefully as she heads up the stairs.

“Aw, stuff it.”

“I’m just being sympathetic.”

The door to Satan’s office opens before she touches the handle. This is one of his special tricks. It means trouble.

“Boss,” Yulia begins, “I, uh, I mean the—”

“I heard all about it.”

“Okay. So, what now?”

“Well, one of us is gonna have to go,” Satan says. “But, after all, Satan doesn’t blow town. That’s one of the perks.”