Chapter 123: Fatale, Part 3

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...