You still have a lot to learn, Akiro.
A wicked smile spread across my face.
This was more than a clue.
This was a map straight to my father.
Relief loosened in my chest.
And then Hiroko lying on blood-stained flowers flashed in my head, and the grief surged back.
My throat tightened.
Footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway.
Heavy.
Fast.
The twins reached for their knives.
Reo appeared around the corner.
Bloodied.
Limping slightly.
Holding his ribs.
But upright.
"Kenji, our people arrived." Reo stopped to catch his breath. "The theater is clear on the inside and the outside."
I leaned my head to the side. "Hiro?"
"Downstairs. Alive. Pissed off. The rest of the Claws are hurt, but okay."
“Akiro ran off. Did anyone find him outside?”
“No.”
“That’s fine. We’ll catch the coward later.” I showed him Akiro’s phone as I walked toward him. "I've got what I need. Let's go."
“His phone?”
“Yes.” I gave it to Reo.
“Hmmm.” Reo looked at it. “We don’t take this back to the island. We’ll have Scales meet our hackers in Tokyo to go through it. For all we know, Akiro intentionally set it there, and there’s a tracker inside.”
“Smart. Get it done.” I walked past him.
I'm coming home, Tora.
Chapter forty
Patrick Swayze
Nyomi
