the smuggler’s bible


She hears it again, in the basement. Honey’s real quiet and reaches behind the coat rack in the hall to get the party store pinata bat she’d spiked with nails last summer after reading stuff online about Ted Cruz being the Zodiac killer.

Lin had said she’d get herself killed trying to use it, but then Lin rolled the truck right off a bridge and drowned and Honey figured that had to make some kind of point and kept the bat.

Good luck, too. What’s downstairs has a lot of teeth. Those nails, well, they pretty much square things off.