Barra da Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro

Obviously, Enzo didn't show up on time, and sadly Ana was late together with him. But Rodriguez was not very worried. At precisely 9:35 pm, Enzo arrived with Ana at a coffee shop. Rodriguez was wearing ordinary clothes, shorts and a white t-shirt.

- So, Rodriguez, what do you have for us?

- This is what I have for you. - The military man explained himself. - You won't hear anyone talking about this in the media or in any information vehicles. This topic is confidential. A few years ago, it was rumored that some members were involved in a corruption scheme. But so far so good. After all, as Vin Diesel says, this is Brazil. The only thing is that the gossip has become even more disturbing. A former soldier said that he had heard about human and child trafficking in Eastern Europe. Some soldiers were selling people for a lot of money and sending pregnant women for international trafficking.

- What kind of people? - Enzo asked.

- Cartels, Saudi princes, organized crime in Eastern Europe. The younger you are, the greater the prize.

- Holy shit. - said Ana, disgusted.

- And this still happens?

- I'm sure it does. They do send airplanes to several countries, but they negotiate the value beforehand. It's complicated, because the negotiations are not done on some sort of platform, it's always eye-to-eye. It makes it harder to keep track of who is involved in these criminal negotiations.

- My Goodness.

- So what do we do with this information? - asked Enzo, surprisingly rational.

- Well, nothing. - Rodriguez was blunt. - The police and politicians are involved too, so don't try to do anything dumb. If you open your damn mouths, they will come like a tsunami on you both.

- Is that it, then? - Ana didn't like what she was hearing. - Are we just going to sit here and do nothing?

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- Honey, this is very different from a bloody robbery. This is international business and trafficking. Only an idiot would try to get into this shit.

- Enzo, do you have any doubt that they took the boy?

- But how?

- It could have been a chopper. Charlie said he saw something flying. It might not be an alien ship like he says, but it was definitely a flyer.

- But why would they take that boy?

- I don't know, Enzo. But who knows what they are doing with him.

- I wonder if Charlie's mother was one of those negotiated women. Vini says he has had visions of a bloody lady. It could be her. But even if it is, there's not much we can do.

- Rodriguez, do you have any names?

- Not exactly, Ana, I apologize. But... I can indicate one person. He is a bit of a recluse, for obvious reasons. He is in Angra dos Reis. He can help you, if he's up for it.

- Does he know of anything?

- He saw some of these deals. Not many, this has been going on for years. But he is your best chance.

- Thank you, Rodriguez.

- I'll say it again. Don't talk to anyone. If this story breaks, it will be shit for all of us. Do you understand?

- Yes, - Enzo agreed and looked at Ana.

- Okay, okay. - She accepted. - But I'm not happy about it.

Still, it could be worse.

- We need to go to Angra. - Enzo pointed out.

- I know, but how?

Enzo was silent. Ana didn't even need him to say anything.

- No way, Enzo! Out of the question!

- Ana, you know we don't have another clever idea. This is our best alternative.

- We are abusing my father.

- And it's not even the cool way.

Ana stared at him.

- What? - Enzo didn't understand. - It was a joke.