“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 Silva didn’t think she meant it as a joke. “Line five.” Silva picked up the receiver and pushed the appropriate button. “Silva.” Miranda began without preamble. “Just one question,” he said. “Did the kidnappers tell you they wanted to be paid in diamonds?” Silva stiffened. “Where did you get that information?” he said. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Miranda said. “Get this: Somebody’s checking out the market in illegal gemstones. They want to know how they can best convert diamonds into cash. And they want to know details about the most marketable stones, their size and quality.” “Names, Miranda. I need names.” “I don’t have any. Not yet.”
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