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was a hiccup. Despite computer tracking showing its arrival in Amsterdam, the courier didn’t deliver to Psychopath on the due day. He phoned Rafael, who was still in Brazil waiting for news of the safe delivery before flying in to pick up the cash; ‘Fuck, man, the stuff hasn’t come.’

Instantly, Rafael’s radar went off. It was a red alert. Too suspicious. ‘Abort, abort, run run,’ he warned.

‘Okay, yeah,’ Psychopath agreed. But then he disappeared. For 10 days, Rafael couldn’t reach him, until he got the bad news. Psychopath had ignored his warning, gone into FedEx, given his name, confirmed the package was his, then snap – he was wearing a bracelet. He got two years. Rafael lost a chunk of cash.

My friend got busted with this. Fabio Psychopath; he’s a young guy, cool, crazy psycho. He loved drugs. He didn’t give a shit. That’s why he got caught.

– Rafael

The other 4 kilos were carried by a horse and successfully reached the buyer in Amsterdam, covering the loss.

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Although Rafael was now selling a lot of coke in Europe and Sweden, Marco’s death sentence hadn’t stopped him dealing in Bali. When he arrived back, he had a new project with Fox – the young French guy who’d first worked for Andre – 5 kilos arriving from Peru, transiting in Malaysia, then going on to Bali and Sydney.

But the project was hexed. Rafael and Fox flew from Bali to Malaysia to meet the horse at the airport, with their flights