Part 17 (1/2)
He turned to her, a woman in her early thirties with brown hair and dark eyes filled with worry.
”My name is Sarah Kirby. I'm Maria's friend from the Human Rights Center, at the bottom of the favela.”
”Help me get out of here.”
”I'm trying. You must listen. You were taken by the Blue Brigade, the drug gang that controls the Ceu sobre Rio. They have places to hide people here, but everyone knows them. Bruna came for me.”
”Did they hurt her? Did they hurt Pedro or Fatima?”
”No, the narcos protect the people of the favela.”
”But how did you get in? We have to leave! Untie my hands!”
Someone outside shouted to Sarah in Portuguese and she responded, then turned back to Gannon.
”No, we have no time, listen--”
”No! They're going to kill me! They think I'm a police informant!”
”I know. It's Dragon, the leader of the Blues, he's psychotic. He fears the Colombians are coming for him because of Cafe Amaldo. Dragon fears police are trying to fuel a drug gang war so that the narcos exterminate each other. He swears the Blue Brigade had no role in the bombing.”
”Great, let's get out of here!”
”Jack, we can't leave, you must listen, they trust me, they trusted Maria because of the work we do in the favela.”
”Well, it was Maria who came to the WPA with doc.u.ments from her firm for a story.”
”I know.”
”Then for G.o.d's sake, untie me and let's get out of here!”
”No, listen! They're waiting outside this door. I have negotiated for you, now listen, please!”
Gannon listened.
”Maria discovered evidence that the law firm was linked to criminal activity,” Sarah said.
”I found a few of her pages at the bomb scene. Is it about drugs?”
”We think it's about human trafficking or the illegal adoptions of children, stolen children.”
”What?”
”Maria was working with our human-rights networks. We kept it secret. Only a few knew--we had to get the story out. Maria agreed to contact the WPA. She was so afraid and so brave.”
Someone thudded on the door, Sarah hurried.
”After the explosion those of us at the center were terrified. We didn't know what to think. Was it a gang hit, or was Maria the target? Were corrupt police involved? How big was this illegal operation?”
”Jesus,” Gannon said. ”Estralla, the cop, has my doc.u.ments!”
”Listen, I have told Dragon a little about Maria's work, her connection to WPA, the cafe. I told him that killing you was stupid. He must keep you alive so you can get the truth out through your worldwide news agency.”
”Did he buy it?”
”He's allowed me a few minutes to get your vow that you will write the truth about the bombing, if he lets you live.”
”Dammit, that's why I'm here. Tell him yes.”
The door strained with banging.
”Time is up,” Sarah said. ”If we get out together I'll give you copies of all of Maria's doc.u.ments and our contacts in Europe. We think this is bigger than you could imagine.”
Sarah rapped on the door, it opened and Sarah left.
Gannon was alone, unsure how much time had pa.s.sed before the door opened again and several armed men entered. Blue bandannas covered their faces as they leveled their pistols and M-16s at him.
A sc.r.a.ppy man in his mid-twenties followed them into the room, the grip of a chrome pistol sticking out of his waistband. His eyes were sharp and icy as he inventoried Gannon.
”The woman a.s.sures me you are not with police, that you will write the truth about the cafe bombing, which is that the Blue Brigade did not do it.”
”I give my word.”
”If you fail, we will not harm you.”
Gannon was relieved but confused as Dragon nodded to a gang member who again displayed a digital recorder. The images jerked but showed Luiz walking the streets of Centro, then cut to Sally Turner, Hugh Porter and Frank Archer getting out of taxis at the bureau.
”We will kill your friends. You have two days.”
”I need more time.”
”Two days.”
Dragon nodded and a gang member pulled out a knife and sliced away Gannon's bindings. The others surrounded him and escorted him through the house. Sarah Kirby was waiting in the living room where Gannon's wallet and cell phone were handed back to him before the group left the building. As Gannon and Sarah began walking down the street amid Dragon's armed posse, Gannon noticed something odd.
Life was absent from this area.
Silent and still. Too still. As if the neighborhood was holding its breath.
Not even birdsong, the echo of children playing or a dog barking. It was the kind of deathly silence Gannon knew. It was familiar to him. Realization landed on him, he felt an arm lock around his chest and a gang member had suddenly made Gannon his s.h.i.+eld.
Gannon saw Sarah pulled close to another gang member, then he glimpsed a police sniper behind a stone wall, eye clenched behind a scope, fire flaring from his rifle muzzle.
A bullet tore through the cheek of the gangster holding Gannon as the street exploded in gunfire. Bullets whizzed in the air and ricocheted off of the stone walls, the street, sparks, dust, blood and debris flying.
Gannon turned but failed to find Sarah in the chaos. Bullets ripped through the air near his head, and he dove to the ground.