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

Nothing hangs together.

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

Then, remembering that I ‘can’t speak the

very bad. Many bad men there.

ears prick. “Woman? Que tipo

his arms out in circles all around… “…all bad place. Much…” He falters then holds out

I

“Sim, muita violência. Muito

and again he nods.

then slaps it down on the table. “Bad place,

bad woman

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

woman. What

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. Then other man. And

is sounding

Juliana…

her name? What does

at

try again. “The bad woman… A mulher má… Her name?

he shrugs. “Ninguém sabe. Ela é um

What does

Again, that blank stare…

raising my hand to my head… “Tall?” … Then lower… “Short? Alta? Baixo?

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

up the guide, riffling through. “You like o museu de arte, Senhor Hughes? We

jabs fingers at places where ‘Nice

signed up for subscriptions on a variety of Brazilian newspapers, or at least, their English editions. I can read Portuguese, but it doesn’t

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

experimental search term… Sao Paulo

results, starting with a Wikipedia

Hmmm…

Narrow it down…

another search. Names of criminal gangs sao

this time, but some more

gang is enticing recruits

of the Most Lethal Criminal

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