the smuggler’s bible


“We aren’t accusing you of anything. It’s just that there is a small-very minor-discrepancy regarding your last interview.”

“I’m busy.”

“Right. Okay. Do you understand, though, how it looks to have any sort of, uhm, verifiably counterfactual elements in your official statement?”

Bion opens a desk drawer and fishes around, pulling out a can which hisses as he cracks it open. “Fine. What’s the big deal?”

“Only that you strongly implied, by saying very clearly and directly, that you did not know the victim-”

“Was going to be such a tightass,” Bion says, “about a crummy ninety bucks.”