Once we finished burying João’s mother, João wanted to find Akio for information. He didn’t have anything—or at least, I didn’t think he did—but there was no use in not trying to get something out of him.
not “Akio’s not going to f*****g be here,” João said, glaring out the foggy windshield with blood covering his hands. He tightened his fists around the steering wheel and parked the car in front of a run-down house in the slums. “His family conducts business on the other side of town.”
“I put a tracker on his phone,” I said, looking at the one-story home with its windows smashed and the siding falling off the house. I had placed the tracker recently because I didn’t trust him around Imani. “He’s here.”
After shoving my phone into my pocket, I opened the door and walked around the back
