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REQUIEM FOR A KILLER
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Ongoing, First published Dec 19, 2011
Mature
Palmyra, a small city on the coast of Rio de Janeiro, woke up that morning in full surprise. Inspector Joaquim Dornellas noticed a different motion of people on his way to work. A little crowd by the Church of Santa Teresa, downtown, stared at a corpse stuck in the dry mud of the channel. No wounds, no signs of violence, only a small band-aid on the right arm.
Inspector Dornellas is a human character who loves cachaça and a special kind of porridge. After being abandoned by his wife and in search of personal salvation, he decides to dedicate all his strength on this investigation.
A crime that appeared to be just one more into his resume turns into a scramble involving politics, drug dealing, prostitution and a group of local fisherman, after the dead man´s sister and an influent politician brought in some surprising information.  Dornelas moves into the plot helped by his instincts, culture and knowledge of human nature. This makes him face a great change in his life.
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