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interpretation, equals, hot chick, tell me I’m wrong.’ Jack paused for a moment.
‘Your right, she is quite something.’ Alex drove on, smiling, leaving the heavy traffic and heading for Jack’s home.
Jack had made arrangements for a flight to Teresina for the next day. He was just stepping out of the shower when his phone rang. It was the very person he hoped it would be.
‘Jack,’ the voice said.
CHAPTER 6
Anjo had invited Jack to her home in Codo, eighty miles from Terasina, in the north east of Brazil. Anjo was sitting in a small, brown Jeep outside the airport arrivals. Jack recognised Anjo immediately. He approached her vehicle, but she did not recognise him. He was now without disguise, looking a lot younger. They had had quite a long conversation on the phone about the area and her family, but most importantly, she wanted Jack’s help and as Jack had told Alex, he needed a guide.
‘Anjo,’ Jack muttered.
‘Jack? I did not recognise you. Please get in.’ she said. ‘I have been staying with a friend nearby, I have yet to go home. Anjo started the Jeep and they headed off onto the main road. The sun was hot, with a few scattered clouds in the sky. ‘You still haven’t told me why you seek revenge with Sperafico,’ Jack said, eager to get to the bottom of her story. Anjo felt safely relaxed with Jack and decided to open her heart.
‘I grew up in Codo. Sperafico runs the town, and many around it. He has influences within the law and most local businesses. He does not spend much time there any more, but his rules live on. Ten years ago he had a brief affair with my older sister. She came to him, confessing she was pregnant with his child. I went with her, for support, but I was too scared to go in, so I watched through the gates of his big home.’ The woman paused for a moment, her face a concoction of anger and mourning. ‘He shot her there and then, once in the stomach and once in the heart. I was fourteen. I’ve spent those last ten years preparing for my revenge. Just when I thought I had him, he disappears.’ The remembrance of her sister past over and Anjo took a deep breath. ‘Why are you really here, Jack?’ she continued.
‘Those two men in Italy, they killed my wife. Drove over her innocent body in their car, and I’d take an educated guess that the order came from Sperafico.’
‘I think together we can do this, my family will help,’ Anjo replied.
The sun was just setting. Jack turned to admire the orange glow of the dust cloud that formed behind his vehicle as Anjo drove into her hometown and out the other side to a small farm. There were many buildings, vehicles, loose farmyard animals and a lot more dust. The small Jeep stopped hard, its front tyres skidding slightly on the loose dirt. Jack sat for a moment, looking around at the various buildings. Anjo jumped to the floor grabbing one of the bags from the back seats.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked, as Jack sat there, almost dazed.
Anjo led Jack through an old, white door into a narrow corridor. The door on the left closed. The door at the end, however, was wide open, revealing a great room beyond. Sofas, large flat screen television and numerous other pieces of furniture were scattered around the room. Beyond the room were large patio doors and beyond further were a host of people.
‘Anjo,’ bellowed a voice from the garden.
Jack stood and watched, as numerous people collected to hug Anjo, welcoming her home. Anjo turned and introduced Jack to the gathered crowd. A thin man took Jack’s hand and introduced himself as Paulo, Anjo’s cousin.
‘Pleased to meet you’, replied Jack in his basic Portuguese. The congregation now gathered around Jack, kissing him on each cheek and introducing themselves.
‘It is wonderful to have you home Anjo, we shall discuss our business soon, but first, we eat,’ Paulo happily announced, ushering the
‘Your right, she is quite something.’ Alex drove on, smiling, leaving the heavy traffic and heading for Jack’s home.
Jack had made arrangements for a flight to Teresina for the next day. He was just stepping out of the shower when his phone rang. It was the very person he hoped it would be.
‘Jack,’ the voice said.
CHAPTER 6
Anjo had invited Jack to her home in Codo, eighty miles from Terasina, in the north east of Brazil. Anjo was sitting in a small, brown Jeep outside the airport arrivals. Jack recognised Anjo immediately. He approached her vehicle, but she did not recognise him. He was now without disguise, looking a lot younger. They had had quite a long conversation on the phone about the area and her family, but most importantly, she wanted Jack’s help and as Jack had told Alex, he needed a guide.
‘Anjo,’ Jack muttered.
‘Jack? I did not recognise you. Please get in.’ she said. ‘I have been staying with a friend nearby, I have yet to go home. Anjo started the Jeep and they headed off onto the main road. The sun was hot, with a few scattered clouds in the sky. ‘You still haven’t told me why you seek revenge with Sperafico,’ Jack said, eager to get to the bottom of her story. Anjo felt safely relaxed with Jack and decided to open her heart.
‘I grew up in Codo. Sperafico runs the town, and many around it. He has influences within the law and most local businesses. He does not spend much time there any more, but his rules live on. Ten years ago he had a brief affair with my older sister. She came to him, confessing she was pregnant with his child. I went with her, for support, but I was too scared to go in, so I watched through the gates of his big home.’ The woman paused for a moment, her face a concoction of anger and mourning. ‘He shot her there and then, once in the stomach and once in the heart. I was fourteen. I’ve spent those last ten years preparing for my revenge. Just when I thought I had him, he disappears.’ The remembrance of her sister past over and Anjo took a deep breath. ‘Why are you really here, Jack?’ she continued.
‘Those two men in Italy, they killed my wife. Drove over her innocent body in their car, and I’d take an educated guess that the order came from Sperafico.’
‘I think together we can do this, my family will help,’ Anjo replied.
The sun was just setting. Jack turned to admire the orange glow of the dust cloud that formed behind his vehicle as Anjo drove into her hometown and out the other side to a small farm. There were many buildings, vehicles, loose farmyard animals and a lot more dust. The small Jeep stopped hard, its front tyres skidding slightly on the loose dirt. Jack sat for a moment, looking around at the various buildings. Anjo jumped to the floor grabbing one of the bags from the back seats.
‘Are you coming?’ she asked, as Jack sat there, almost dazed.
Anjo led Jack through an old, white door into a narrow corridor. The door on the left closed. The door at the end, however, was wide open, revealing a great room beyond. Sofas, large flat screen television and numerous other pieces of furniture were scattered around the room. Beyond the room were large patio doors and beyond further were a host of people.
‘Anjo,’ bellowed a voice from the garden.
Jack stood and watched, as numerous people collected to hug Anjo, welcoming her home. Anjo turned and introduced Jack to the gathered crowd. A thin man took Jack’s hand and introduced himself as Paulo, Anjo’s cousin.
‘Pleased to meet you’, replied Jack in his basic Portuguese. The congregation now gathered around Jack, kissing him on each cheek and introducing themselves.
‘It is wonderful to have you home Anjo, we shall discuss our business soon, but first, we eat,’ Paulo happily announced, ushering the
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