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…

poorer end of town… the

Nothing hangs together.

elbow, nodding down to

“Sim. Thank you.”

across the table, and he glances at my guide. “Senhor Hughes…” He stabs a finger at my page. “You not go this place. Is bad place for nice English

that I ‘can’t

bad men there.

“Woman? Que tipo de

sit close by me. His voice lowers and 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

violence,” I say. “Much

He nods vigorously. “Sim, muita violência.

again he nods. Then I mime injecting myself… “Cocaína…? E

“…And the womans para prostitutas.” He takes the book from me, closes it, then slaps it down on the table. “Bad place, Senhor. And bad men.” He wags a finger at me. “You no

bad woman too?

again, nodding. “Prostitutes, sim.

woman.

good city. People not die…” Fingers spread, he rocks his hand… “… Not so many. Bad men gone. Not like other cities. Since two years, bad men here again. And this woman is baddest. She is…” He splutters for a

is sounding deeply

Juliana…

What does

stares at

again. “The bad woman… A

upheld, he shrugs. “Ninguém sabe. Ela é

mystery? What does she look

Again, that blank stare…

my head… “Tall?” … Then lower… “Short? Alta? Baixo? Loiras?

then at my city guide, repeating, “Bad place. Bad people. You not go there. I show you nice place

takes up the guide, riffling through. “You like o museu de arte, Senhor Hughes? We have many artista famoso there. And

fingers at places

subscriptions on a variety of Brazilian newspapers, or at least, their English editions. I can read Portuguese, but it

now, delving into the newspaper archives, I know what I’m

Sao Paulo organised crime… Then

results, starting with a

Hmmm…

Narrow it down…

another search. Names of criminal gangs sao

but

is

the Most Lethal