hide the key as a child. I nodded and said of course. He smiled and said that I must remember what you say when the searcher is very close to the hiding place. I was about to open my mouth, but stopped when Mirkoâs eyes widened slightly.
Youâre getting hotter. Burning hot. Thatâs what you say.
I smiled back at him. âThatâs the most important part of the game, isnât it?â I said.
âYes, it is. âSeek and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.â Thatâs what the Bible says, although that isnât our holy book.â
He tapped the paper with a finger, pointing to the symbol as if by accident.
âIf you would like to come to a prayer meeting sometime, youâre very welcome.â
âI would like to come,â I said, although I knew that it was a big risk.
Mirko took out a pen and wrote something on the paper. âWeâre having a prayer meeting today, actually. Hereâs the address.â
I didnât even look at the paper, just put it in my pocket and thanked him.
Mirko got up. We shook hands and went our separate ways. I didnât look at the address until I got home. It was on the outskirts of town, in the area of wooden houses around Kauppi.
I went there that evening. It was an old, run-down building surrounded by a well-kept garden mulched for the winter. I knocked on the door and one of the mascos whoâd been at the market square opened it, nodded, and asked me in. I had hardly crossed the threshold when someone grabbed me from behind and held my upper arms tight, pulling my hands behind me.
âCheck to see if heâs clean.â
Three mascos came and patted me down all over. âHeâs clean.â
They let go of me. Mirko came right up in front of me and stood with a big, mean-looking knife in his hand. âSorry to do this. But we have to be absolutely sure of everyone.â
I nodded.
âWeâre peace-loving people and we donât want to cause problems for anyone. But if you decide to help us you will be magnificently rewarded.â
There was something so bombastic about this that it almost made me laugh, but I thought it wise to keep my smile to myself.
âOur mission is to give the fire back to humanity.â
After a short discussion I was much the wiser. Mirko went somewhere else in the house and was gone for a long time, and then came back with a plastic bag. âThese are our collateral.â
He handed me a bag of fresh habaneros.
âFor some time now weâve been looking for a smart, motivated go-between. You seem to be both. We need money and we canât risk making sales ourselves. The risk will be entirely yours. If you get caught, we have many ways of silencing you before youâre even questioned. But if you do your job right, thereâs plenty more where this came from.â
I didnât even think about what exactly was meant by that veiled threat. I knew that some people whoâd had dealings with chilis had disappeared. There were rumors of capsos in high places who could use their own channels to handle dealers who took risks. There were whispers about ways to get to a snitch the moment he was put in the paddy wagon. Those might be legends, but the heavy, juicy red bag was there on the table. It was real. Fresh stuff is impossible to fake.
These guys were the real thing. They were serious.
VANNA/VERA
November 2016
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I scoop some of the vegetables into my bowl and stir them until they cool a little, but not too much. A fix served in hot food is weird; at first itâs impossible to tell whatâs warming my mouth, the temperature of the food or the precious capsaicin.
The first hit of habanero shakes me. Iâve already had three or four forkfuls before it starts to come up on me, first in little waves lapping the shore, then, before I know whatâs happening, itâs
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