The jet finally touched down in Rio de Janeiro. The flight hadn’t been that bad, but Malossini had a greenish cast when we met at the baggage carousel.
“Geez, Boss,” I grinned vacuously. My bag was at my feet, and I waited patiently for his suitcase to come around. “That was a bit of all right! Like I told you, I ain’t never been on a jet before. Ricky said it wasn’t a bad flight, just long.” I grabbed up his suitcase. “Ready?”
Malossini’s growl was half-hearted. “Let’s get the f**k out of here.”
“Gotta go through Customs first.”
For a long minute I thought he was going to do something violent. His face became a shade of red I hadn’t seen on anyone before, and his eyes were wild.
Finally, he turned on his heel and stalked toward the Brazilians who waited to allow people into their cou
