Halim wanted to find them before Zana did, and maybe Tannus knew where his son was hiding with Pau-Mulato. His friend laughed again, shook his head, but agreed. The two of them searched around every den in the city; they spent three nights going to the smart clubs in the center and the lively nocturnal haunts of the Manaus suburbs. On the fourth night they ended up in a bar on the Colina, near the German Brewery. Not a sign of Omar. They sat at a table, Tannus opened a bottle of whisky, filled the glass without putting any ice in, and said: “Real nectar, Halim. Know who gave me it? Lord Wyckham.”