“Other people,” Quincy could hear the disgust in her own voice, “are the most unreliable investment one could make. It’s a fool’s game. That’s how they would call it down at the exchange.” “Well, I’m friends with a smuggler chap who also has a bit of life experience, and you know what he says?” Crow lifted his glass as if he were proposing a toast. “The greatest risk can bring in the greatest haul.”