the smuggler’s bible

Thrasher Abalone

Thrasher Abalone inquires politely at several establishments regarding the last known whereabouts of one certain individual. Specific information is remunerated at the going rate, double if the locutor attempts no falsehoods on the first pass.

Occasionally, across a dim backroom table or down the frayed, crackling callbox line, someone asks how can you get away with it? How can you possibly achieve any real skulduggery with a name like that?

“It isn’t so difficult,” Thrasher Abalone says, jotting something into a notebook. “What serious person could ever really credit rumors that they were being pursued by the manhunter Thrasher Abalone?”