the smuggler’s bible

Fawn

“Well, it’s not as if we didn’t know this might happen. There was always the possibility.”

“Stop cringing. What, precisely, is the nature of the situation?”

“Reports are confused. Lark is off the board, maybe for good. One of our cells—very industrious, very deep—was cracked open. Pale hasn’t said a word.”

“Which means he’s the one who did it.”

“The bank called.”

Loup Roger pauses, tea raised halfway to his lips. “That bad?”

“That bad.”

“Go tonight. Take whatever you need and handle it directly. And, Fawn, don’t worry about crossing red lines. There are none. Not anymore.”