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“Nine-twelve.”
    “She hasn’t checked out, has she?”
    The clerk squinted at his file. “No, sir.”
    “
Obrigado
. Where is your breakfast room, please?”
    Joan Collins Stanwyk was not in the breakfast room. She was not in the bar, which was open.
    On the terrace of The Hotel Jangada were two swimming pools, one which was in the morning sun, the other which would be in the sun in the afternoon. Already a few were sunning themselves around one pool. Around the pool in the shade a few were having breakfast. Two fat white men had their heads together over Bloody Marys.
    Joan Collins Stanwyk was not in the pools area.
    On the ninth floor, Fletch knocked at her door again.
    From the lobby he called her room again.
    At the desk, he left her a note:
Came to have breakfast with you as arranged. Can’t find you anywhere. You fell asleep? Please call me at Yellow Parrot. If I’m not there, leave message. Enclosed is taxi money.—Fletch
.
    “Will you please leave this for Mrs Stanwyk? Room nine-twelve.”
    “Certainly, sir.”
    Fletch watched the desk clerk put the sealed envelope in the slot for Room 912.
    “Teo?
Bom dia.”
Fletch phoned from The Jangada.
    “
Bom dia
, Fletch. How are you?”
    “Very pleased by your new paintings. Thinking of them has made me happy.”
    “Me, too.”
    “When do you want to see me?” Three North American oil-rig workers in heavy blue jeans got off the elevator, staggered across the lobby of The Hotel Jangada, and went straight into the bar.
    “Any time. Now is fine.”
    “Shall I come now?”
    “Well have coffee.”

Nine
    “You do want coffee, don’t you?”
    “I guess I need it.”
    A houseman had led Fletch downstairs in Teo da Costa’s house to the small family sitting room. Dressed in pajamas, a light robe and slippers, Teo sat behind his glasses in a comfortable chair reading
O Globo
.
    “Have a busy night?” Teo folded the newspaper.
    “We went to Seven-oh-six. With the Tap Dancers.”
    “It’s a wonder you’ve had any sleep.”
    “I’ve had no sleep.”
    Standing, Teo nodded to the houseman, who withdrew.
    “You look fresh enough. You look like you’ve been out jogging.”
    “I have been.”
    A look of concern flickered across Teo’s haughty face.
    Fletch said, “I don’t feel like sleeping.”
    “Sit down,” Teo said. “Is there anything bothering you?”
    Sitting, Fletch said, “Well, I arranged to have breakfast with this person I know, from California. When I went to the hotel, she wasn’t there.”
    “She went out on the beach, perhaps.”
    “I had arranged to meet her less than an hour before I went to the hotel. She could have fallen asleep.”
    “Yes, of course. In Rio, night and day get mixed up. Especially as Carnival approaches.”
    The houseman brought two cups of coffee.
    Teo sipped his standing up. “People don’t realize it, but Brazil’s second-largest export is tea.”
    After the houseman left, Fletch asked, “You wanted to talk to me, Teo. Privately, you said.”
    “About what you’re doing.”
    “What am I doing?”
    “What are you going to do?”
    “I don’t understand you.”
    “Brazil is not your home.”
    “I feel very comfortable here.”
    “What would you most like to do in this world?”
    “Sit on Avenida Atlantica in Copacabana, eat
churrasco
, drink
guaraná
, and watch Brazilian women of all ages walk. Listen to Laura play the piano. Go to Bahia, occasionally. Run, swim. Jump up and down to the drums. Love the people. I am learning a little Portuguese, a few words.”
    “Do you mean to stay in Brazil?”
    “I haven’t thought.”
    “How long have you been here now? Six weeks?”
    “Something like that.”
    “You’ve bought a car. You’ve met Laura.” Teo sipped his coffee. “Don’t you have any plans?”
    “Not really.”
    Teo put his cup and saucer on a table. “A young man should have plans. You’re a young man. From everything I can see, a very healthy young man. You are attractive. You