I LET KATO REST AFTER that. He didn’t have anything else to tell me, and I needed to start making some phone calls. But as I walked out, I remembered something else I had to take care of.
Jasmine was fiddling with her long hair, twisting it around her fingers and unwinding it again. She was facing the window towards the front where her car had been parked that first night—it had since been moved to the garage—but I could see her profile thanks to her slightly turned body. It was nice, emphasizing her flared hips and her perfectly round breasts. She had a body sexy enough that I wanted to ask what the f**k she was doing in medicine. Didn’t hot women go into modeling? Or prostitution, whichever.
I watched her a moment longer, remembering that I was supposed to figure out what she knew, and
