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SNOWING IN BALI

Tota and the horse soon found Fabio’s villa. Tota tried the front door, but got no answer. He decided to jump over the wall, parking close enough to it to use the car as a leg-up. Inside, the lights were on and music was playing, but there was no sign of movement. Tota walked towards the glass doors of the master bedroom. He spotted Fabio asleep on the bed alongside one of his hookers. That didn’t worry Tota. He loved to share the girls, but his friend was about to get a trip to hell.

Awake and shocked, Fabio was being dragged out of his bedroom, feet first, then thumping down the marble steps to his swimming pool. Tota hurled him into the water and stood yelling obscenities and flinging fistfuls of the fake $100 notes at him. Then he jumped in, putting Fabio in a headlock and pushing him under. ‘Why did you rip me off, motherfucker?’ he yelled. Every so often he let Fabio up, gasping for air and spluttering, then dunked him again, holding him down longer and longer each time.

The horse, also a Hells Angel, was standing on the car peering over the wall. He’d done a lot of bad stuff in Brazil too, many rumoured brutal murders, and he could see that Tota was close to drowning Fabio. He yelled out, ‘Tota, no, don’t kill him, that’s enough.’ But Tota was now so crazed the horse had to jump over the wall and into the pool to drag Tota off.

Fabio was almost unconscious. They left him on the edge of the pool, giving him an ultimatum: ‘You have two days to give me back my stuff or the money, otherwise you’re dead.’ Tota didn’t know if Fabio was in on the scam or not. He wasn’t, but Fabio knew it was live or die, depending on whether he got the money or not. He was scared, desperately asking his friends, other drug dealers, for help, pleading, ‘He’s gonna kill me, man. Help me please, man.’ He thought about selling his villa, but he