Danela appeared at the bedroom door’s threshold. Everyone stared at her demure presence. With the three women, Pauley, Vivian, and Lenore holding guns, and Stan touching a case holding other weapons, Danela turned away. Vivian glared at Pauley and Stan, handed the Glock to Lenore and walked over to the young, frightened woman.
“Boa manhã, Danela doce. Estamos planejando o nosso dia. Deixe-me adquirir-se-o um pouco de chá.”
Danela pulled long strands of dark hair behind her ears with shaking fingertips and murmured to Vivian.
“Marco, he call. He want to meet me at the dress shop, soon.”
Vivian turned to the Lenore, grabbed the handgun and bellowed.
“As uncomfortable and wrinkling of this Italian sun-branded dress it may be, we’ll all ride in Pauley’s rental car to the shop. Lenore can hang out the backroom until you two make progress with Tomas and the other Sampas. We’ll deal with Marco.”
Before Pauley or Stan could answer, Lenore followed Vivian and Danela out of the room.
Pauley holstered her gun and massaged a rectangular ammunition clip in her right hand. Still staring at the doorway the other three women had left, Pauley shook her head.
“Did you see Danela’s reaction to the guns and us?”
Stan reached out and touched her left shoulder. He moved in close to Pauley’s bare neck and whispered in her ear.
“Marco’s not a full Sampa. He’d have weapons around even in he was trying to be a good boy when he was with her.”
Pauley turned and kissed Stan, still gripping the gun clip. Pulling away she ran her fingers over his chin of light stubble.
“I like this. You should try an unshaven look while you’re here in Sao Paulo.”
He smiled, and looked over Pauley’s warm face.
“I know the difference between a suggestion and a demand. I’ll not make another trip to the bathroom and we’ll drop off those three then you can tell me what else I should try while I’m in Sao Paulo.”
Pauley moved in for one more long kiss. As she lips traveled over Stan’s, Vivian’s voice invaded the background.
“Marco’s calling again. If you two need more time for whatever the hell is it you’re doing, then we’ll take the car and you can call for another.”
Stan couldn’t contain his chuckle. Pauley dropped her arms, checked both of her weapons and walked to the door.
“If it means I have to drop Viv like a bad habit to be back here with you tonight, then just say so.”
Stan didn’t answer. He closed the case, collected his own weapons, and followed her toward the car.
These are two new chapters of mine and Tara http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/2013/02/15/armed-and-dangerous/ aka @Tara_R ‘s Brazilian sequel to Dead Money. Please read hers first.