The Appointment in Manaus - Pt. 5 (Nash Davis) (2/2) We put the crates in the cellar and then they invited me to have lunch with them. I think. I didn't speak portuguese very well. "O que você gostaria?" asked the man. "Umm... Manaus?" "Sim," he nodded. "Mas... Dinheiro?" he made a sign for money. "Eeeh..." I searched my pockets. There was a dirty handkerchief, a piece of wire, eight argentine pesos and... a cell phone?! How could I have forgoten about it? It was Nokia 3310, first released only two years ago. My cousin had given it to me when I had had a few days off so I had visited him. I showed the man the pesos. "Então trabalhe," he said with a smile. I went outside, took the cell phone from my pocket and searched through my contacts. Who could help me? There was Edgar Brown. I imagined the conversation: 'Hi boss, it's Nash Davis, I'm stuck somewhere in the middle of Brazil. I have no money and I lost the truck. Please send me a helicopter or a fake passport and an airplane ticket.' No. I was scrolling through the list when one of the names caught my eye. Jacob Foster. We used to be best friends since when we were kids, but when I was twenty eight, I disappeared and started smuggling drugs. He was a police officer. He will either help me or denunciate me. I dialled his number. "Police chief Foster, who's calling?" "Jacob? It's Nash. Nash Davis." "Nash Davis?! I haven't seen you for ages! What's happened to you?" "Can I rely on you?" "Of course." "I'm in trouble. I'm somewhere in Brazil and there's a warrant for my arrest. I need a fake passport and a ticket for a flight home." "Are you joking? A warrant? What have you done to them? A fake passport? Have you gone mad? I'm a policeman! Why should I do that?" "I have nothing to offer." "Why do they want to arrest you?" "I can't tell you. Not as long as I don't know if you're on my side or not." Silence. "If I help you, you will tell me what you have been doing for the last ten years? That's not a fair deal, is it?" I hesitated for a few seconds. "I can help you capture the most powerful cocaine dealer in nothern Europe." Another long pausing. "Accepted. What's your nearest airport?" "Manaus." "We'll meet in Manaus in a week." "Thank you very much, Jacob." "You're welcome. Bye." He hung up. Now I only had to work off my ride to Manaus. I'd be grateful for any corrections :)