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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 4: Álvaro
The message came that morning. No name. No
number. Just four words:
Red Boot. Four. PdFlores.
Henry knew better than to reply. Codes like that
dissolved if you touched them wrong. But the
structure wasn’t random. Object. Time. Place. A
clean three-beat drop. Too precise for chance.
By the time he reached Praça das Flores, the
magnolias were heavy with bloom, their scent
spilling into the square. One end of a green bench
sat in shadow, occupied by a man in a steel-blue
jacket and red sneakers bright as a flag, staring at
the traffic.
He sat down, keeping half a bench’s distance.
The man’s gaze stayed on a tram until the clatter
faded. Then he flicked open a dented peppermint
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