“I watched Easy Street’s back alley a few more nights. The van always showed up at precisely seven-thirty. Sometimes it would leave off boxes, other times, the only exchange was something small. And always, Diego Bosque would be the one to close up the store.”
“Interesting,” Rebecca murmured.
“I also knew Bosque was a frequent visitor to Kyoto Dreams,” Connor said. “I would have liked to believe it was strictly for the food, but somehow, that didn’t seem to be the case. I also tried to interview Kyoto Dreams employees about the receipt and shipment of goods late at night, but no one would talk to me. I knew something slippery was going on there, probably with some very dangerous people.
“By now, I’ll admit that watching the van, the two businesses, and wanting to know what was going on,
