“Somewhere, yes. Why don’t you relax, tell me about yourself?” she says, putting her hand on my thigh, which I’m sure the tall guy has instructed her to do.
“Lady, I’m here looking for the girl in that photo. Her parents are worried about her.”
“I can’t help you.”
“Get me two more Mai Tais.”
“Yes, sir. What’s your name?”
“You know my name.”
She walks off quickly. I sit looking around for the long, tall piece of s**t that I met this morning. I see him at a table far off in a back corner with three other men, talking.
My hostess comes back with the Mai Tais. I’m little pissed already but that’s OK, it means I’m loose, ready. She says, “The tall man is Tony Lei, you should be careful. He’s Yakuza.”
“Tony Lei? He’s not Japanese.”
“Part Japanese and Chinese. He grew up in Hong Kong, mo
