Downloading Finchby's database of invoices, I scour through for the most likely follow-ups for Baxter. After a couple of hours, armed with a shortlist of a dozen likely addresses and my new mobile which seems finally to have run through its downloads, I'm ready to go.
Take a taxi?
No.
Don't leave a trail...
It's a long walk, but the upside is that I get to explore Sao Paulo on foot, always the best way to see anywhere new. The loose linen suit I'm wearing, appropriate to the temperature and humidity, is a roomy fit, so there's plenty of space for my gun holster and other equipment.
Check the Glock into its holster...
... Knife...
... Hat on...
... Sunglasses...
A quick check in the mirror...
English...
... Tourist...
... Harmless...
Time to move...
The hotel door closes behin
