Seven years ago..
Kicking and screaming in the trunk of a car. Trying to pry the tape off his mouth with his tongue. It was a blinding fear, not that biting chill of uncertainty, but a searing burn. He tried to listen as intently as he could, although claustrophobic and overcome by panic. If he could just lock in, the way he always did, he'd be okay.
The smooth city streets turned to the rumble of country roads. Likewise, the buzzing of engines gave way to chirping cicadas. His thoughts seemed so loud against the white noise of the engine.
Just then, the vehicle stopped. He pressed his ear close against the trunk door; only able to move slightly. He could hear the men exit the car. A slight jingling of keys. A spoken command.
"Take him to the Butcher's Shop."
A curt reply.
"Yes, sir."
The car door opened again and the engine turned on, as Hajiri tried to grasp what that meant.
H. Abino, "The Butcher". That's where they took people that would never be found. Or, depending on the job, that the cops would never stop finding. Hajiri didn't intend to stick around and find out.
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Detective Hajiri; Volume One
Mystery / Thriller"He wasn't young." "Seventeen is young, Kojima." "No it's not," The detective stated, matter-of-factly, now turned away from the scene. Moonlight traced a silver line across his features, lighting only his narrowed eyes. "They recruit them young. Mu...
