the smuggler’s bible


“Okay, I get it, but try and think. Which—I mean exactly which—keys did you hit.”

“Some of these over here,” Paul waves a hand over one quadrant of the keyboard. “And maybe this one?”

“That’s shift.”

“Uh huh. Was that it, do you think?”

“No, I don’t.”

“All right, so how come—Oh, shit! Did he just move?”

The face on the screen blinks groggily and yawns, then settles back into stillness with a dreamy, satisfied expression.

Paul reaches out timidly and taps the escape key twice. Nothing happens.

“So, are my emails, like, under him or whatever?”