The joys of celebrating the petty criminal. John M. Ford. A Star Trek novel #36 How much for just the planet? (Simon and Schuster, 1987)
“What is he?”
“What am I?” the shopkeeper said, a dangerous edge in his voice.
“He’s a fence. Everything here is stolen.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” the shopkeeper said. “For a moment I thought you were going to accuse me of being a pawnbroker.”
Barks and bites.
And so for day 589