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CHAPTER NINETEEN

AGAINST THE ODDS

All my friends start getting caught in Bali, in Brazil, in Australia and then I was, 'Shit, man, they're gonna come to me - I have to be more careful.'

- Rafael

In Bali, Rafael had watched his friends falling across the globe. He knew his tactic of abruptly freezing and going quiet - and a lucky star - had so far kept him free.

He was still sporadically tailed, still hot, with cops twice kicking toilet doors in while he was using the bathroom at clubs. But most of the time he was playing the devoted family man, despite being a busy drug boss. Early one morning, he got an alert call from his Balinese neighbour, telling him cops had a lens pointed at his house. He raced upstairs with his binoculars, shut the curtains and peeped out. Up the road was a scrum of men, clearly cops, with their clichΓ©ed moustaches, long hair,

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