the smuggler’s bible

Settimo

Viddy has the big guy by the neck, legs braced against the desk, wrenching hard from side to side. Settimo turns to the smaller man, seated and staring dumbly at the proceedings.

“Now, please, let us conclude our business like gentlemen. The boss wonders—no, put the phone down and stop looking at Viddy, it just encourages him. The boss wonders if there’s been a miscommunication about what was due and when.”

There’s a crash as Viddy and the big guy hit the carpet. “Ah, yes,” the seated man says weakly. “I understand now that perhaps I have been mistaken.”