the smuggler’s bible

Garland

They place the lantern on top of the grave marker and tear into the soil with mattock and shovel. When they begin to strike stone, they call to the men waiting above, who hand down the sledges.

“Sure locked him up tight.”

“That’s what you do to vampires.”

“Don’t kid around.”

“Fine. Rich people hate it when you mess with their bones.”

Garland stretches his back and wipes sweat from his brow. “OK, I get that. But why was he even worried that we’d mess with his bones?”

“He must have done something, right? I mean we’re here, aren’t we?”