He looks down, then up again, nodding. “Prostitutes, sim. But há sim one bad woman especialmente.”
“The bad woman. What she do?”
“Senhor Hughes, since twenty year, Sao Paulo bad place. Then, since ten year, Sao Paulo good city. People not die…” Fingers spread, he rocks his hand… “… Not so many. Bad men gone. Not like other cities. Since two years, bad men here again. And this woman is baddest. She is…” He splutters for a moment… “She same as prostitute. She has man. Then other man. And first man, he dead…”
This is sounding deeply familiar…
Juliana…
“This woman, her name? What does she look like?”
Antonio stares at me blankly.
I try again. “The bad woman… A mulher má… Her name? Nome?”
Palms upheld, he shrugs. “Ninguém sabe. Ela é um mistério.”
“A mystery? What does she look like?”
