the smuggler’s bible


The good times roll in and the good times roll out. Danelaw sneaks in on an upswing looking for a new way of doing business. And he brings the chip on his shoulder.

“What the hell did you say about my mother?”

“I said she must be a proud lady!”

“You’d better mean that, you goon,” Danelaw sneers.

When the bad times finally come around again, he’ll be ready for the gruesome close-quarters stuff. But for now, Danelaw’s got a bunch of fresh spring flowers in one sweaty fist and a tall stack of good intentions folded in his pocket.