Teixeira arrived at the warehouse shortly before midnight. He was in a foul mood and greeted me brusquely. “Where’s that bastard you captured!” he demanded.
The boy had been shot in the leg and the paramedics had insisted on taking him to hospital before he bled out. One of my security guys had accompanied him to make sure he didn’t try to escape. When I informed Teixeira, he almost blew a gasket. He calmed down when I quietly explained that he couldn’t interrogate a corpse.
After they’d given statements to the civil police detectives, Danni and the other two security guys had returned on the bus to the school. It was almost two hours since the shooting and the military police still hadn’t arrived.
“Typical of that useless bunch!” Teixeira spat. “Well, at least they won’t be in our way.
