The goods were delivered to us in shoeboxes.
It was the perfect cover; the filth couldn’t give a damn about shoes. They noted the boxes piled high on the back of the boats, observed the display of stilettos in our shop window, and rolled their eyes at the vanity of women.
The first ever female officer stationed on our turf was vain, too. She noted the delivery of hundreds of pairs of shoes each week, and observed no change in our window display or the stock on our shelves.
She busted us.
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