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AGAINST THE ODDS

delivered it to Fox, then flew out to Amsterdam to wait for the horses. Often runs expected to take days stretched out for weeks, but as time passed and the horses didn't arrive, Rafael was hearing more and more excuses from Fox.

He say, 'Tomorrow,' 'Next week,' 'Tomorrow,' but they never come, they never show. Then he disappeared, don't answer the phone. The guy bullshit me. He was going behind my back, selling to another friend in Amsterdam while I wait. He robbed me. I didn't know he's gonna fuck me and I stayed in €300-a-night hotel, eat in the best restaurants every night, and then suddenly, he disappears, and I'm poof, totally bankrupt.

I came back to Bali with no money, just thinking, 'I want to kill this fool,' but I didn't have the money to follow him. I have a friend who met him in the surf in Brazil. He says, 'Be careful, Rafael's going to kill you, man. You fuck his family, you fuck him.' He says, 'No, he can't come here, he doesn't have money to follow me.' It was true.

But Fox was served drug dealer justice. As he stood talking on a public phone in Florianópolis, a car load of men stopped, one man jumped out and pointed a gun in Fox's face, saying, 'Hello, playboy.' Fox dropped the phone in panic, unclasped his Rolex and held it out, begging, 'Please don't kill me, please, take my watch.' The armed bandit snatched it, then ordered Fox to get in his new Toyota and take him to his house.

Once there, the men ransacked the place, taking everything from his PlayStation and plasma TV to his precious Nike shoe collection. Then they beat him up badly, stripped him down to his underpants, and dumped him on the highway 100 kilometres from his house in the freezing cold, driving off in his new $100,000 Toyota.

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