the smuggler’s bible

Lowen

They leave just before three in the morning. Pale’s men take Lark away. She laughs as they put her in the car.

“I thought I’d be stabbed,” she says, “or somebody would feed me a glass of arsenic. I guess it’s always a surprise.”

Malkin watches the tail lights turn the corner. “We’ll go in a minute. I have to bribe the manager, yet. And perhaps one or two of the bellhops.”

“Pale’s money?” Lowen says.

“Of course not.” Malkin turns toward the hotel. “She’s one of ours, anyway. And you can’t sell your own to a faction. It’s reprehensible.”