Chapter 47

“Of course.”

“This is good, as there isn’t much room in the boot—ah, how do you say? The trunk.” He reached for my briefcase. “Let me take this for you.”

“Thank you.” I clapped my hat on my head and held onto my sports jacket with one hand while I switched the grip of my suitcase to the other.

The conversation as we walked out of the terminal was desultory: the health of my parents, my flight, the weather this time of year in Rio. Nothing was said about Dr. Avila’s find; each time I tried to bring the topic around to it, he would go off on a tangent. Apparently his discovery was being closely guarded, and I was more confused than ever as to why I’d been brought in on this.

“Come,” Dr. Avila said. “Let us go to my apartment here in the city. You can freshen up, and then I will take you for that Brazilian café I promised you so many years ago.”