Saturday, February 15, 2020

"She didn’t think so. In her opinion, he was targeted for his work writing about the drug trade." We can relate in Coatesville. I drive by the home on Walnut St. where Sonny’s children watched him gunned down

"RIO DE JANEIRO — What do you say about a death as horrific as this? What do you say about a man who was murdered by two masked intruders inside his home, in front of his family, while they ate dinner? What do you say, except: His name was Leo, and he was a journalist, and I knew him. 
In the parlance of foreign correspondence, Leo Veras, 52, was my fixer. A beat reporter in the lawless border town of Ponta Porã — where Brazil’s most powerful gangs wage war for control of smuggling routes — he helped me report a recent story on the illegal pesticides trade. He arranged interviews with cops, ­politicians and crooks. He introduced me to his wife and two young children. He shared every meal with me. He made me laugh. He made me promise I wouldn’t leave the hotel without him. He kept me safe...
I asked her a question whose potential answer had terrified me since I learned of Leo’s death. Did she think that the story we’d reported together — which had published only days before his murder — had something to do with his death?
She didn’t think so. In her opinion, he was targeted for his work writing about the drug trade."


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He showed me a lawless border town. Then masked gunmen killed him in front of his family.

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