the smuggler’s bible


The color swatches in the drawer are mostly shades of red. Only mostly because a few of them, to Waldek’s eye, seem to trend more toward the rusty end of brown.

“This is the sort of thing he wanted for the walls?”

“For everything. Once he made the call we were supposed to start shipping it here. In vats.”

“Chromatic mania,” Waldek says.

“Not illegal, I’ll remind you.”

“Well, not yet at least. Sorry you won’t get paid.”

“Hardly. This wasn’t a new account. He was a very rich man, you understand, and this was to be his third residence.”