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Intro. On the warm nights of Rio de Janeiro, when the city shone in golden lights and deep shadows, a name was whispered in the elegant clubs and alleys of the favelas: Ríos. No one knew his first name. Only the surname, pronounced softly, with respect and fear. Ríos was a man of uncanny charm. Tall, always dressed in impeccable suits of light linen or absolute black, he moved with an almost feline elegance. He never raised his voice. He didn't need it. His dark and firm gaze was enough to silence an entire room. Every gesture was measured, every word weighed. Determined, calculating, patient. For seven years he had observed the same woman.

Richard Rivers

@Sara