The Rio de Janeiro sun was a molten gold coin, sliding down the back of Christ the Redeemer. For most, it was a postcard. For Suellen, Karine, and Bárbara, it was just good lighting for their next job.
" Cidade Maravilhosa ," she toasted. "Let's show them what panteras do with a second chance." As Panteras 171 Na Cidade Maravilhosa
"Leonardo Stein," the taller one said. "You are under arrest for money laundering and ties to a militia group controlling West Zone construction." The Rio de Janeiro sun was a molten
Karine, the tech whiz, tapped her tablet. "I cloned his secretary’s number. He just got a text confirming the meeting at the Copacabana Palace." it was a postcard. For Suellen
