Alemão
I had spent a lot of time on the phone, listening to Jorge Luís's conversations. Every word, every pause, every detail. He talked a lot but said little of what really mattered. Still, I remained focused on the meeting he was going to have with the man. Something inside me said that this meeting was crucial, and somehow, I felt that the other man involved could be Junior.
The idea of k********g Jorge Luís crossed my mind. I could extract the information I needed from him, but this strategy had a clear problem: if Junior noticed any strange movement, he could disappear. And Jorge Luís, as repugnant as he was, was still the only concrete link I had to Junior. I couldn't risk it. I had to wait, even if it left me on the verge of exploding. Acting at the wrong moment could be the diffe
