According to Fiora, my dead Uncle Jake taught me more than I should know about adrenaline, smuggling, and borders.
I liked it way too much.
That was what drove Fiora and me apart.
Lately, though, we had been doing well together. I didn’t want to see it end. Neither did she. But yesterday always comes, as Jake used to say when he was stoned.
Today, it came with a vengeance.
An old friend-enemy who had saved my life had been killed on the wrong side of the border. I could no more ignore that than Fiora could ignore her fey dreams of trouble coming down at me with bullets to spare.
This time, I was smart. I wouldn’t let Fiora go south of the border with me.
But this time, the real trouble was north of the border, and it was Fiora’s beautiful neck on the line…
Originally published April 1988 in hardcover, July 1989 and May 1993 in paperback and February 2010 in trade paperback.