I pick at my orange. “Yeah, so, I know what he’s like. What he used to be like, anyway. Before my mom died. Then he went all weird and Dad kept griping about the growing strength of the Yakuza, and how they’re enemies with the Russians, so I just put two and two together.”
Demyen holds up a hand. “Hang on. You knew Raizo before he was Yakuza? How?”
Mom may be gone, but Dad’s still around. I’m not sure that’s a secret I’m ready to speak into the universe just yet. Maybe one day.
I shrug again and keep picking at my orange. “Hell if I know, Dem. I was just a kid.”
It’s not entirely a lie. I don’t actually know how Mom knew Raizo or why he kept coming over behind Dad’s back. I really was just a kid and they both treated me like one.
I only have hunches.
Demyen runs a hand through his ha
