Richard

I turn the wheel, swing through the gates. “I know that it’s only an illusion, but it feels good to get back to something like normal life, doesn’t it. Just doing a day’s work. Driving home.”

Gravel crunches under the tires as we pull up. James clicks his tongue. “You’re not wrong there.” He rubs a forefinger over the top of his nose. “I’ll admit, I was worried about the effect the business with Klempner was going to have on Charlotte. All the forward progress the three of us made since we first met. It was feeling as though everything was going to be blown out of the water… Ahhh… Michael must be there ahead of us. The lights are on.”

“He’s left the door standing open too,” says James. “It’ll be letting the weather right through the house. Might as well not bother with the damn heating.”

We step inside. James closes the door behind us with a bang. As it slams, a voice drifts down the hall.

“James, is that you?”

Together, we halt in mid-stride. “That wasn’t Michael’s voice,” I say.

“It sounded like Stanton,” mutters James. “What the hell would he be doing here with no-one else around?”

I mutter back. “Good question.” Then more loudly, “Will? Is that you? Where are you?”

“Richard? I’m in the lounge.” There’s a touch of panic in his voice. “And hurry the fuck up, will you.”

What the hell?

James and I exchange glances. Setting briefcases on the hall table, we enter the lounge together…

… to find Will pressed back into the far corner of the room.

My old friend stands, bolt upright, arms folded up and well out of the way, head pulled back. His eyes are rimmed white against the coffee of his skin. To one side, he’s hemmed in by a dresser. To the other, a table blocks his exit. His face lights up as we enter. The reason for the odd posture lies close by his feet.

Head resting on outstretched paws, apparently relaxed, Bear is doing his best impression of a fur rug, if rugs emanated a low continuous rumble, something along the lines of distant thunder.

Will shifts and the rumble grows louder, the thunderstorm rolling overhead. A ridge of fur rises between Bear’s shoulders and Will freezes once more. “Can you call your dog off, please.”

James’ face cracks. He spins, sucking in his cheeks, then straightens his face and turns back. “Bear…” He snaps his fingers. “C’mon Bear. It’s fine.”

The huge dog swings his head around, looking over one shoulder, disbelief radiating from every hair.

James strides forward, scratches him behind the ears. “It’s alright, Bear. C’mon, Good boy. The Two-Legs have come home now. You’re off-duty.”

Bear rumbles another low threat towards our police commissioner, then slowly, reluctantly, stands and pads away. Flopping down by the hearth, he angles himself to watch the intruder.

Will straightens up, tugs down his jacket. “That’s one helluvan animal you’ve got there. Could be viewed as dangerous.”

brow. “Did he do you any

going to

doing his job, wasn’t he. Keeping the intruder under

you’re the

From Bear’s point of view, I’d say

“It’s Klempner I’m here

“The information he requested?”

still watching him with a baleful glare, then lays a file on the table, pulling out a variety of documents. “Could you call Hickman in, please. Doubtless,

the case, but I’ll call him.” James takes out his mobile, taps in then talks

turns to me. “What did he mean? May

lost contact with Klempner. Or at least, Hickman has, and he was the

not been in touch

“No.”

it, but I find myself

*****

nonchalance. He nods politely. “Commissioner? You

Is it still the case that you are out of

face falls. “I’m

I have learned,

the photos Klempner asked to be ID’d. “I believe I have the information your employer requested. All the men in the photos you provided except two are known criminals. However…” He stabs a finger down on one

as Will speaks,

made to arrest him and to get him… and those he works with… into court… witnesses dry up, die or simply disappear.

to that, the Brazilian police system is rife with corruption, the justice system is slow, bureaucratic and… let us say, unpredictable… Thus far, all attempts to bring this man and his cohorts to justice have been

Santos wanted

air. “Klempner’s picked out the group through Racketeering and Protection, but Santos is also involved in Vice and Trafficking. Given that Klempner is displaying interest in him, I don’t doubt

arms. “Who are these associates he

Now comes the interesting part. Brazil as a whole has a historical problem with crime, corruption and all that goes with it. In the

well with its clean-up operation for the previous ten or twenty years. Violent crime had dropped dramatically and the homicide rate, in particular, plummeted from a high of 52 per 100,000 Paulistanos in 1999 to only 6 per 100,000. However…” He brandishes a

available in the country. Usually, they were

perhaps a dozen such gangs…” He

doubt over

are slippery, at least to outsiders. Some of the smaller groups amalgamated through the gang leader falling to assassination and the one

was outright gang warfare and the wholesale murder of

is, as you say, interesting,” says Michael, “but

“Bear with me. I should say by the way, that my source documents

around to our Juliana’s involvement somewhere? She’s been assassinating gang

yes. However, our lady doesn’t seem to worry about collateral damage. The explosion that wiped out most of the Facas gang… The ‘Knives’ as they called themselves… resulted from an explosive device

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