Once again Eduardo Bravo paced behind the desk in his office. This time the room’s only other occupant was the hapless Captain Afonso, who endured Eduardo’s wrath alone.
“What the hell where you thinking?” Eduardo shouted at him. “The only person killed by your brilliant scheme is a civil policeman. And not just any policeman, but a member of Teixeira’s intelligence unit.”
Captain Afonso was too cowed by Eduardo’s anger to point out to the senior officer that he had signed off on the plan.
“On top of that they also managed to wound the director of social services, while none of the Americans even sustained a scratch.”
Captain Afonso scratched his chin nervously. “I must admit that things didn’t go exactly according to plan. The good news is that there’s no way any of this can be traced
