But the officer smiled. It was a weary, knowing smile. "Almost. But not quite." He put the deed down. "However, today… we only have a warrant for Mr. Stein. Your 'clientele' just confessed to financing a paramilitary group. Without you, he might have laundered that money cleanly. You're the reason we found the link."
Their plan was perfect. A classic con do café com leite —fake sale, fake documents, a briefcase full of counterfeit serial numbers, and a wire transfer to a dummy Cayman account. As Panteras 171 Na Cidade Maravilhosa
They called themselves As Panteras 171 —Panthers, for their grace and lethality; 171, the Brazilian penal code for fraud, their true art form. But the officer smiled