“So, what is this place?” Erin asked. “It’ll be a sort of safe house, you could say. If I can just remember where to turn.” “Connected to your illegal activities?” “Harm always has a back-up plan. This land belonged to some of our people, they wanted out of this state but couldn't find a buyer, and Harm stepped in. They got out, and Harm got something he wanted, a back-up location just a few miles away.” “Very secretive.” “He needs to be.” “What sorts of things do you smuggle? Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I'm curious.” “I suppose there’s no reason not to tell you. It’s not like you can go back. Harm, in the past, he's moved booze, and tobacco, along with guns. This little Heckler & Koch bullpup,” he said while patting the stubby submachine gun on the front seat next to him, “you can’t just go to the store and buy one of these. Like he says, the more laws they make, the more opportunities for those willing to break them.
