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SNOWING IN BALI

Two months later, Fox was attacked again at his house on the lagoon in Florianópolis. Fox saw in his security cameras two big black Chevrolet cars, with blacked-out windows, pulling up and five bandits wearing black balaclavas, brandishing submachine guns and pistols, get out.

He was already paranoid; he put in a special security system, full of cameras, and when they come, he saw in the cameras and was pissing his pants. They came calling, 'Fox, Fox' and then they shoot, ba-a-a-a-a-a, the door. He ran upstairs, hid in the wardrobe. They go inside, ba-a-a-a-a-a, come to the second floor, shoot everywhere. The bullets go through the wardrobe but don't touch him. Lucky motherfuck. They didn't know he was in the wardrobe – if they know, they shoot him.
- Rafael

As a parting gesture, the bandits spray-painted 'Rafael $$$' on the front of the house. Then they fled.

Who were these people?

I don't have a clue. Until today I try to find out. I believe somebody I know, who was pissed off with the situation. I was thinking Claudio, the police friend, but I met him and he thinks it's me. Everyone thinks it's me and then Fox calls, 'Why you do that?' I say, 'Man, you think it was me? You really think it was me? You've known me a long time . . . If I come to see you, I'm not gonna write my name. You wouldn't be talking anymore. You know what I'm gonna do with you?' 'You threaten me?' 'No, I just tell you.'

Rafael's tactic was to be vaguely civil to Fox on the phone, hoping he might return to Bali so he could avenge himself. But Fox fled,

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