Chapter 25Kenta pulled his Nissan GT-R Nismo up to the gate of his apartment’s parking lot and buzzed himself in. The security gate rolled up, and he waited for it to roll down, watching in the rearview mirror.
He pulled slowly through the parking lot. None of the other cars were as expensive as his. He had been thinking of upgrading again, since business was good—or had been good. It would take time and effort to restore the previous serenity of mind and stability of income.
There wasn’t much to do but wait for the trackers to ping. Maybe those three punks would help with that, but he was losing faith in them. And threatening people, even done right, wouldn’t make up for getting his computer and iPad back.
He parked in his spot and set the new cameras, alarm and immobilizer. He stared
