"Sounds like we're in a similar line of work. Fair number of folk like that on the rig. Makes a body wonder."

Saturday was always more on the muscle and grift side of things, but she appreciates a good thief. A thief and a face work together like peanut butter and jelly.

And there do seem to be an oddly high assortment of rogues, scoundrels, and outcasts landing feet first in this mess. Saturday used to believe in coincidence, but not anymore. Everything in her life always ends up tangled like a bag of snakes.