Klempner
The hottest part of the day... hot enough to have driven me indoors... In a coolish corner at Antonio's, my back to the wall, I can sit behind my newspaper but see everything around me.
Scouring the daily papers for starting points and clues, then following through with my phone and tablet, my researches are yielding a clear picture of rival gangs, the growing power of organised crime in Sao Paulo and, threaded through it all, hints of where I might find my target.
Photos, references, events, are all building a picture.
A woman, clawing her way to the top, leaving a trail of male corpses behind her. The details vary: sometimes a shootout between rival gangs. Sometimes an 'accident', brake-failure. An overdose of cocaine crops up twice. One has died of some kind of poisoning, a
