The bikers are out in force tonight. It’s always like this in the build-up to Independence Day. Anyone with a political bone in their body gets riled up; the politicians don’t listen, so they take to the streets. Since the incident with the Roses, I’ve been lying low at Jiko’s to take the spotlight off Nakata’s joint. Blonde and Purple took the rest of the herd out as soon as the sun sank into the city quagmire, but I managed to convince the redhead to set me on my way for the night.
‘How’s the apartment?’ she asks.
It’s the first time she’s spoken to me since I dumped her for a date with the surveillance videos. I turned up at her door unannounced with a hangdog look and a hip flask full of Ganzo’s best sake, and she waved me in without a word. If looks could kill, she would have double
