the smuggler’s bible

Paramo

Pale doesn’t come himself—this would be construed as a public admission of involvement, something to be avoided as a matter of principle, especially if it’s true. He sends Paramo instead.

They start on the vaults immediately. Paramo is a surging wave of bonhomie and apologetic but insistent reassurances that, in fact, possession of the key amounts to possession of the box. The logic extends unfailingly to any items contained therein. Bank tellers (including several ranks of lower-order official) are powerless to stand before her.

Before ten o’clock they have run it to ground, and Paramo’s hair is still perfect.