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…

of town… the red-light

Nothing hangs together.

elbow, nodding down to my

“Sim. Thank you.”

Hughes…” He stabs a

I ‘can’t speak the language’…

place very bad. Many bad men

prick. “Woman? Que tipo de

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

violence,” I

nods vigorously. “Sim, muita violência. Muito

imaginary cigarette and again he nods. Then I mime

He leans closer yet. “…And the womans para prostitutas.” He takes the book from me, closes it, then slaps it

woman too? A

looks down, then up again, nodding. “Prostitutes, sim. But há sim one bad

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, bad men here again. And this woman is baddest. She is…” He splutters for a moment… “She same as prostitute. She has man.

sounding

Juliana…

woman, her name? What does

stares at

try again. “The bad woman… A

“Ninguém

What does she

Again, that blank stare…

my head… “Tall?” …

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

Senhor Hughes? We have many

at places where ‘Nice turista man is safe.’

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

newspaper archives, I know what I’m

in an experimental search term… Sao Paulo organised crime… Then as an afterthought,

139,000, 000 results, starting with

Hmmm…

Narrow it down…

in another search. Names of criminal gangs sao

but some more

Brazil’s largest gang is enticing

the Most Lethal Criminal