the smuggler’s bible


The new kid shows up at last call, and a few of the regulars lose money over it. They form the ring out back. Farley watches the kid stretch, then someone says go and they get to it.

She has a trick, something subtle in the wrist. Farley dodges the first time and is ready for the second, moving in on the kid’s blind spot.

But it isn’t the trick you see coming that counts. Farley wakes up shivering in the snow beside the dumpster with just a vague memory—shock and sudden darkness, like a blanket falling over him.