the smuggler’s bible

Beth

She goes to six stores with different lists and checks out with cash.  Later, a federal agent shows up at her house. It’s been months, but Martin hasn’t changed a bit.

“Goddamnit, Beth, what the hell are you thinking?” he says. “Bell, book, candle? Silver daggers? Half of this shit would get you felony possession, never mind the sentence they’d drop on you for an honest-to-god ritual.”

“You know, I still think about you—about our little talks.”

“Please tell me you haven’t done something stupid. Please.”

“It’s a summoning spell, Martin.” Beth says, smiling. “And you came, didn’t you?”