20“I wish I had my gun.”
Unperturbed, Han gave a small shrug. “It does not matter.”
“It might if there's trouble,” said Ritter. He rolled himself a cigarette and turned his attention to the twin-story whorehouse across the street. It was late afternoon and it was the third such establishment they had visited. There remained just one more after this. Options were running thin and Han, growing more agitated with each failed discovery, had taken on a haunted look, forever fidgeting, wringing his hands, sucking in his bottom lip.
“Listen, if we don't find her, there are other towns,” he said, hoping to lift the Okinawan's spirits.
“Railroad towns? How many more, do you think?”
“Lots.”
“Yes. But we know that in this one, somewhere, there are Asian girls.”
“Asian girls are everywhere else
