As if the desert wasn't hot,-- said Zacharias after asking several brothels along the river with the photo in his hand. He discarded the most luxurious ones. There "Lisbon" did not spend a penny and he doubted that one of the fine and perfumed young women would want to sleep with him even for 4 kilos of gold.
He knew it was not an easy task, "Lisboa" must have been hiding in a sewer at least, something he must have done. At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Zacharias considered that the sun was at a good level for a Hiroshima type sunstroke, he saw the restaurant.
Zacharias considered that luck hides, but it always appears...
The restaurant attracted him... His old and faithful instinct was not wrong... A restaurant like any other...full of thieves, policemen, soldiers...in short.
