“That guy, Miranda?” she said. “The bicheiro?” Silva put down the folder and looked up expectantly. “What about him, Mara?” “He’s on the phone. He wants to talk to you.” Silva looked at his watch. “What are you doing here at this hour?” “Waiting for you to take me to dinner.” She smiled, but Silv...
THE guy with the round face said, not for the first time, “get me to a hospital! My ribs are killing me!” Arnaldo ignored the killer’s complaint and continued going through his pockets. The rib thing was no revelation. In fact, he’d be surprised if the thug wasn’t in pain....
But trying to start a casual conversation with a street kid wouldn’t work. The kid would either clam up or run. And he couldn’t just go out and arrest one. Without some kind of a charge that would stick, even a federal cop couldn’t get away with that. And, besides, where could he take him? Bringi...
Pink with white trim, and built in the Portuguese colonial style, the building is a fifteen-minute stroll from the mightiest of Iguaçu’s 275 waterfalls, a U-shaped, 82-meterhigh, 700-meter-long chasm called A Garganta do Diabo, the Devil’s Throat. Almost half of the river’s water tumbles over it;...
the woman at the air charter company said. “Thirteen thousand four hundred?” Silva echoed, incensed. “That’s crazy.” “Out and back, fuel and tax, thirteen four,” she rattled off, stone-faced. “That’s the price.” “That aircraft shouldn’t cost more than fifteen hundred an hour.” “It never did until...
Hector asked. The telephone connection was, for once, a good one. Silva could even hear the rumble of traffic on the street in front of Hector’s office. “The ones who turned in that complaint about a missing family,” he said. “You bet I do.” &...
Like the other twenty Alphavilles, Nineteen was surrounded by a high wall surmounted by fragments of broken glass. The glass was anchored in concrete and crowned by electrified razor wire. Situated to either side of a low brick guardhouse were two gates. The one on the right was for visitors. Whe...