“Go quickly and find out if Conga Carlota the Astrologer has survived and can be consulted.” Gogo said to Rafa. “I’ve exhausted all my ways, but she, The Oracle, will have more.”
Rafa stroked Diogo’s head and gazed upon his sleeping face. He squeezed Diogo’s hand and hurried off.
Rafa stopped each person he encountered in the streets and alleys. “Do you know anything of Conga Carlota the Astrologer? Is she alive?” He sought everywhere for any crumb of information about the stargazer. He worked his way through the rooms of her destroyed residence, picking through the rubble hoping for a clue.
After hours of combing the Mocambo, following multiple false leads, definitive information appeared in the guise of one of her black-hooded cloaked attendants, Mercury. The little man nodded his he
