the smuggler’s bible

Wilton

The instrument—known variously as the Sun Razor, God’s Anguish, God’s Misery, God’s Sorrow and, of course, simply as the God-Killer Sword—appears in times of crisis to those most suited to wield its incalculable might.

Wilton stirs a packet of sweetener into his coffee and taps a finger on the rumpled newspaper folded over the counter. “You see some fella down Adamsville way found hisself the high blade of undoing?”

“Sure. News won’t shut up.”

“Heard he’s stickin’ some good ol’ boys. Cut a whole bank in half.”

“Uh huh.”

Wilton pauses. “You figure that might, uh, indicate something?”