Hot Revenge Box Set 4

A cheap hotel room, a miserable night, and the first poor cup of coffee I’ve had in this São Paulo:

A face stares out at me from the morning newspaper: a smiling boy, perhaps a school photograph, posted under a grim headline

Casualties are mounting in the aftermath of the explosion…

My eyes follow the text, but as I reach the end of the column, I realise I don’t know what it said…

Rodrigo… The hotel boy who served my breakfast each morning. So helpful to the nice cavalheiro inglês who sometimes tipped him, as much for the smile as for good service. He couldn’t have been more than fourteen.

And now dead because some vengeful little bitch missed her target.

I had to grow up quick at that age…

He never will…

Did she miss her target?

Or was it all part of some plan to implicate me?

Lawrence Klempner… Trafficker, murderer, and guilty of a thousand sins, now wanted for terrorism…

?

Who knows? I’m getting beyond guessing how much mayhem Juliana is willing to unleash in her crusade against me.

How did she find me?

She knows I’m here…

She knew where I was…

So… why take so long about showing her hand?

How did she find me?

And when?

As I entered the country?

Three weeks ago…

Juliana likes

sense of power

playing cat

customs officer maybe? Who recognised me

It’s possible.

face had flagged up any warning signals,

back to the bar after I took out their heavy. And he knew who

Maybe they all do.

the word

That seems more likely.

the restaurant… hoping to spot my quarry… Instead, they spotted me. She knew I’d turn up at some point, so of course,

makes much more

I think…

the surface, I’m picking at the

Does it add up?

Really?

What’s missing?

does she fit into a gang

Brazil…

‘Traditional’ values…

of place you’d expect to find a woman

ever find women in

The Throne’? Find the man at the top and get control of him. That would tie in with what she’s done before;

Femme fatale…

Wonder who he is?

Poor bastard…

his life-expectancy down

know who I am… If Juliana has them all reeled in on her quest for

I run a mental replay of my visit to Juliana’s apartment. The coffee’s dreadful stuff, but at least

How many were there?

certainly. And an uncertain

set the newspaper to one side. But smiling, accusing eyes still stare out at me. After a moment, I turn the paper over, photo

What now?

Fade into the background?

Disappear?

How?

get him to fit me out with

fucking