Chapter Thirteen
15 years ago
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Jay ducked under a swathe of cables and ran.
An army of do-it-yourself satellite dishes were angled toward the Super Jesus statue perched high on the mountain. Six-year-old Jay checked over his shoulder. His younger brother, Hélio, had fallen behind again, still jogging by the concrete walls and graffiti.
Jay didn’t wait. He scaled the tin roof and stepped through a broken window. This place was a recently abandoned hideout, but they’d left more than usual. He hoped to find something interesting, or maybe even valuable enough to sell.
The rooms revealed lots of empty rifle shells and racks that a few days ago would have been brimming with cable television equipment. Probably illegal cable providers who had been raided by BOPE, Rio’
