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I’ve no choice but to take Ji-min with me. After all, there’s a snitch on every corner, on every hotel desk. The closer to my side, the safer she is.
But she can’t see what I’m about to do. So I lie her down in the boot, her head on a pillow and a blanket draped over her.
It helps that she’s knackered. Can’t keep her bloody eyes open. She drifts right off. I close the boot, as soft as I can. She’ll be alright for a while. And I left instructions on what to do if she wakes up and I’m not back.
The ski flap in the backseat is open. The car locked from the outside. But Ji-min can open the doors from the inside. A burner phone is in the compartment under the central arm rest. The phone number of Mandy written on a slip of paper. She works for a man I can trust in Chinatown.
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