“What was the last thing you discussed with him?”
“It was to ask me to obtain the information regarding the organised crime syndicates in São Paulo.”
“He could have asked me,” says James. “I’d have been happy to help with the research.”
Hickman swings his gaze to James. “Your help?”
James flushes. “Klempner’s in trouble because of me. I’ll book a flight and get over there…”
Hickman cuts him short, but his voice has lost its edge. “Mr Alexanders, I know you mean well, but if Mr Klempner has encountered the kind of trouble that he can't handle…” He raises brows nodding down to James’ bad leg.
“I'll go,” I say. “I can handle myself.”
“I'm sure you can, Mr Summerford.” Hickman sucks at his lips, rubs his nose. “Do you speak Portuguese?”
“Well… No.”
“Exactly. So… listen, all of you.” H
