A smuggler of rare birds busted by the U.S. Customs and Border Protection at a U.S. border (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
‘I can do it,’ she said.
‘No you can’t.’ I rolled my eyes.
‘Yes, I can. And what’s more,’ she licked her lips, ‘I’ll do it alone.’
‘No, you won’t.’
‘Are you going to try and stop me?’
‘No, but the police will.’
‘The police won’t get me.’
‘They got your sister,’ I said.
She sucked at her teeth.
‘And she had years of experience, while you … Well, have you ever smuggled anything across any kind of border before?’
She shook her head.
‘So get a proper job,’ I said.
‘I already have a job,’ she said, ‘and I can barely pay my own rent.’
‘Get another,’ I said, ‘and wait for her to come out. Perhaps she’ll even pay you back.’
She shook her head.
‘I can do it,’ she said.
A Bolg? 