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handsome face, he opened it fully and motioned for him to come inside. Shiro couldn’t help himself. He was smiling from ear to ear.

“What the hell are you smiling about?” Kono asked.

“Nothing, just glad you’re here, that’s all. How did you get into the hotel, front door?”

“No. I climbed the back fire escape and came through an open window on the fourth floor and walked up one flight. Okay, let’s talk, I’ve got more questions.”

He slid a phone towards him.

“Here. Same number, different phone. It’s clean.”

“It is?”

“Sure.”

“That’s amazing.”

Kono shrugged as Shiro flipped it open and examined the call log. It was a different phone, but everything looked to be in place.

Kono looked at the bed, then at Shiro. He saw a chair, took it and sat down. Shiro sat down on the bed after locking the door.

“I’d run the serial number on that gun to find its history, but someone filed it off. That’s an additional crime to just possessing the gun. By the way, the Feds could also get a crack at you since it violates Federal law to possess a firearm with an obliterated serial number. You say that the Yaks supplied it to you?”

“Yes, sir. I was given the location and I picked it up. I only carried it tonight because I didn’t wanna leave it in this dump. I’m sure it would be real easy to pick that lock.”

“Back to Tokyo, what did Nobuo tell you about me if anything?”

“He told me you were a traitor and that he was further disgusted by you because he said you are gay, although he used a nasty word to describe that. He said you were there for a year, is that right?”

“Yeah, about that, until my cover was blown. I barely got out of Tokyo alive. How did he let you get away unpunished?”

“He didn’t.” Even now Shiro felt the terror of his torture.

“How did he question you?” Kono’s tone was gentle.

“Very painfully. He made me take off my shirt and then before I realised it, he pierced my chest with these long silver needles.”

“How many did he use on you?”

“One for every week I was working for them without telling them I was looking for Siono—that would be four. He almost severed my one nipple and it was stapled back on! It still hurts like hell.”

“Have you seen a doctor here?”

“No, it’s been hell since I landed at JFK.”

“Let me see the marks on your chest,” Kono said as he shifted in the uncomfortable chair.

Shiro got up and began to take off his shirt when his hormones kicked up once more. He began to get aroused standing in front of Kono and taking off his clothing. He looked down at the floor as he removed the T-shirt he was wearing.

Kono got up and walked over, examining the clearly visible piercings and the badly damaged nipple. He was thorough. After the rough treatment back in Tokyo, it felt nice to have Kono’s gentle touch on his battered body.

“I’m looking for anything else that shows evidence of his particular pattern of torture,” Kono said. “I saw him do this once, but that poor bastard suffered with seven needles and passed out three times. A day later, they shot him.”

“What the hell did he do?”

“He stole from Nobuo and no one does that and lives. He made an example of the guy and I had a hard time keeping my dinner where it was as I was forced to watch that poor guy suffer. Shooting him was a blessing in disguise.”

“Did you shoot the guy?”

“No. But I would have just to end the guy’s suffering. He would have done far worse to me if I had been prevented from getting away. He liked to use those needles to pierce a guy through the shaft multiple times and then the testicles. Nobuo is a full out sadist and he loves every whimper from his victims.”

“Yeah, that’s what the guy who tended to my wounds said, too. He urged me not to cry out because Nobuo would get off on it.”

“Ahh, that guy. Yeah, he could be nice, but he also was brought in to do the heavy torture on their victims, too. He’s actually a doctor. You’re one lucky son of a bitch that you got away with just that.”

“I guess so, but like I said, it still hurts. I’m also worried about infection.”

“If we can, we’ll get you seen by a doctor here,” Kono said as he ran a finger over Shiro’s chest making Shiro take a quick deep breath.

“Did that hurt?”

“No, actually it felt good. You see I’m gay, too, and I think you’re one very hot man. I’m glad you escaped from Tokyo. But you gotta realise when they see that I haven’t killed you, they’re just going to send someone else. If it gets close to your testimony time, they’ll have the locals do it regardless of the consequences on their operation here.”

“I realise that. It was the reason I went undercover in the first place. The Yakuza have a stranglehold on Chinatown and other parts of the city. They almost went to war with the Mafia for control of Brooklyn, which would have been a real blood bath. We arrested a couple of key suspects and that defused the situation for the time being. But this is a problem that has to be dealt with once and for all.”

“When are you supposed to testify?”

“Within the month.”

“We’ve got to come up with something. Do you have any ideas?”

“Just one. I’ve got to talk to the department but I’m thinking we fake my death. That way I won’t be a target for the time being, and you’ll be off the hook. You can’t go back to Japan though, because when I pop up, they’ll kill you for sure along with the two women. We’d be buying time, nothing more.”

“Do you think I’m safe here until we bring that off?”

“Maybe for the moment, but you can’t stay here. I’ll

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