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Vivian las Vestidos was located on Rua de Rio Longa in downtown Sao Paulo. The street stretched for a mile but Vivian’s storefront was narrow. She accessed her place from the alley and street in back because she could be undetected by customers. Tomas and his Sampas knew this so, Lenore dropped Vivian and Danela in front. As dictated to Marco o, he was sitting in a cigar store next door called Loja de Fumaça de Rio. The owner, an expatriate of Portugal named Gian Fuentes, often flirted with Vivian.
“Lenore, we’ll fetch Marco. Open the shop, unlock the back door for the fabric delivery and shoot anything that looks Sampaish.”
Lenore’s sly grin in the rearview mirror was the reaction Vivian wanted Danela to see. The backseat passengers stepped from the sedan and Lenore drove to the back street to park. Vivian hoped Tomas was waiting there so he could be shocked when one of his victims blew him away.
“Onde estamos indo, vivian?”
Vivian had grown tired of Danela’s shaking damsel act. She didn’t answer her, but grabbed the young woman’s left arm and pushed her toward the cigar store. Gian’s bearded presence bounded into the street as the women reached the storefront. Gian spoke English well. Vivian suspected that he spoke it too well.
“Good morning Vivian. And what a gift, two lovely Princesses pay me a visit. ”
Vivian sighed, straightened her dress, and pushed her full C cupped chest forward an extra inch.
“Morning to you, Gian. I think you have something inside that we need to pick up. But you know, Lenore, my housekeeper, smokes Punch Churchills in my backyard when I’m not around. I’ll take a pack of ten off your hands for the trouble.”
Gian’s smile went from pleasant and somewhat phony to sincere. The well-groomed hairs of his medium beard seemed to rise as Vivian touched his right arm while they walked past him inside the smoke shop.
Marco sat next to a humidor texting. He neither smiled nor showed Danela affection when she sat down next to him and leaned in for a hug. That made up Vivian’s mind about the twenty-two-year-old young man. Through a snarl directed at Marco, Vivian paid for the cigars and finished speaking to Giani.
“Giani, thank you for helping me this morning. Young couples need the guidance of those of us who’ve figured some things out. You agree?”
Vivian’s voice carried throughout the store. Marco and Danela glared at her. Giani answered.
“Ah, yes, Vivian. Young love is passionate gun without aim or accuracy. We should show them how to shoot.”
Vivian let out a laugh. She loved the analogy.
“Don’t worry about these two, Giani. That’s exactly what’s about to happen to them. Relationship target practice is what I’ll call it.”
Giani was staring at her breasts to pick up any meaning in her statement. Vivian waved Marco and Danela over and the three of them left Loja de Fumaca del Rio in silence.
Lenore stood at the counter counting out Vivian’s register and writing down an order she took over the phone.
“Well, look Danela, Lenore doesn’t really work here and she’s already doing a hell of job. Let me guess, Lenore, Mrs. Learda wants skirts and tops for her daughter’s cotillion?”
Lenore smirked and stared at Marco. Standing 5’8″, weighing 155 pounds, he looked like a futbol striker. But the almost healed bruises on his face told of another extracurricular activity. Following their plan, Vivian took over the dress shop while Lenore became twisted detective.
“Como eles o torturaram? Marco?”
His dark eyes narrowed. He moved away from Danela and drew his hands into fists. Lenore took three steps toward Marco and dove toward his legs. He fell to the floor of the shop in pain. Lenore jumped on top of him and pulled his soccer jersey up to reveal his damaged torso.
“Stop it Lenore!”
Danela yell was silenced by a syringe in the back of her neck. Her small, slender body dropped into Vivian’s arms and she pulled the unconscious Danela into the back room.
Lenore looked over Marco’s burn marks and realized he’d been turned into a informant mule and more as she had been at his age. She took his cell phone from his jeans pocket. Lenore rose and stared at Vivian. Two female customers approached the store. Lenore growled at Marco.
“Get up. You have another phone or any other device? Then give me, now. You contact Sampas, Vivian will load syringes for you and girlfriend that will make you sleep forever. Then, I shoot you.”
Marco slinked into the room, and Lenore followed him. Customers walked through the front door. Vivian las Vestidos was open for business.
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