What Sofia Heard
The thing about cities was that they had circulatory systems.
Information moved through Lisbon the way blood moved through a body — through channels that looked separate but connected back to the same source eventually. You could know things without having been told them. You could learn, through three careful conversations at the right dinner parties, what it would take an investigation three months to confirm.
Sofia Vasconcelos — she still used the name, because the name was worth more than whatever alternative she'd been born to — learned that Camila Duarte was in Lisbon on a Saturday evening, from a woman she had lunch with who had a cousin who worked adjacent to Costa & Associados and who mentioned, in passing, that Rafael Costa had been seen that morning looking u
