Hot Revenge Box Set 4

The meal goes smoothly enough, albeit with a lot of negotiating the rapids and under-currents of good manners and courtesy.

Beth’s pregnancy proves a safe topic of discussion, with none of the pitfalls and booby traps lying in wait if we talk about anything closer to home. Mitch is a star, repeatedly shifting the conversation back onto the imminent birth of Beth’s and Richard’s new son.

Later, in a quiet moment with Michael, “My apologies,” I say. “Tact isn’t one of Georgie’s virtues. It never was.”

His answering smile is wry. “Like father, like daughter.”

*****

Klempner

Two weeks and… nothing…

Not a whisper. Nothing I can find.

Sitting in the corner of Antonio’s, I’ve spent a pleasant afternoon, but frustration gnaws at me. Hickman reports that all is well, but…

Has Juliana given up?

?

Not fucking likely…

Antonio’s cafe has become somewhat of a routine. Misgivings nudge me, reminding me that I shouldn’t develop such habits…

… Making myself vulnerable…

But, with nothing to go on, what the hell else can I do?

On the other hand, there has to be some reason for the address to have been used in Finchby’s invoices.

Perhaps I just need to wait.

But what am I waiting for?

How long can I keep doing this?

Still, in the meantime, while I wait for my mystery to unravel, the old man is genuinely good company. And also, a mine of local information.

Finishing a cup of the excellent coffee, I consult a local guide, comparing my list of addresses to a local map, looking for some pattern, seeking inspiration…

Access to road…

Access to the ports…

Whereabouts of police stations…

the poorer end of town… the

Nothing hangs together.

elbow, nodding down to my empty coffee

“Sim. Thank you.”

glances at my guide. “Senhor Hughes…” He stabs a finger at my page. “You not go this place. Is

I ‘can’t speak the language’… “What’s the

very bad. Many bad men there. And badder

prick. “Woman? Que tipo

he leans in close. “One time, since many years, this city….” He sweeps his arms out in circles all around… “…all bad place. Much…” He falters then holds out two fingers making a Bang Bang gesture… “And much…” Invisible knife gripped in

I say.

He nods vigorously. “Sim, muita

and again he nods. Then I mime injecting myself…

He takes the book from me, closes it, then slaps it down on the table. “Bad place, Senhor. And

woman

nodding. “Prostitutes, sim. But há

woman.

twenty year, Sao Paulo bad place. Then, since ten year, Sao Paulo good city. People not die…” Fingers spread, he rocks his hand… “… Not so many. Bad men gone. Not like other cities. Since two years,

is sounding deeply

Juliana…

name? What does she

at

woman… A mulher má… Her name?

shrugs. “Ninguém

What does she look

Again, that blank stare…

my hand to my head… “Tall?” … Then

But he waves a forefinger at me, then at my city guide, repeating, “Bad place. Bad people. You not go there. I show you nice place

de arte, Senhor Hughes? We have many artista famoso there. And we have parques…” He nods

on, nodding as he jabs fingers at places where ‘Nice

trick: ten minutes later I’ve signed up for subscriptions on a variety of Brazilian newspapers, or at least, their English editions. I can read Portuguese, but it doesn’t come so naturally as reading in English. I spend more of my time interpreting the language than I

delving into the newspaper archives, I

in an experimental search term… Sao Paulo organised crime… Then

139,000, 000 results, starting with a Wikipedia

Hmmm…

Narrow it down…

another search. Names

but some

Brazil’s largest gang is enticing

Evolution of the Most