“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” I nudge his chest with my foot. “I don’t see or hear him sending reinforcements to come rescue your sorry asses. I’m guessing you’re not even that high up on the food chain. So do yourself a favor and answer the f*****g question. Does he come out here often?”
“Only to get his d**k wet.”
The other Yakuza chuckle. One of them, who looks like he can’t be much older than eighteen, does not join in on the laughter. He just looks away, no malice or fear on his face. Like he’s resigned to his fate.
I make a note to circle back to him.
“What do you know about the school shooting?”
The man in front of me chooses to remain silent.
My patience is running thin. “Look around you. Each and every one of us volunteered to be here because your boss, your leader,
