Tadashi stepped out into the cold and lit his cigarette. It was a bitter December day. “You need to stay away from those friends of yours.” The dumpy man beside him said. His court-appointed attorney had taken forever to get him arraigned and out on bail. “I told the Judge you weren’t a flight risk; don’t make me look like an idiot.”
Tadashi scoffed; he had no intention of running, not yet. But if he was going back inside, he wasn’t going until he killed that damned lawyer. He would have his vengeance. Tadashi walked away from his lawyer; the guy was useless. He was off to track down his target; it shouldn’t be hard. He already knew where the guy worked. With a few bribes, he should be able to get his schedule and track him down. Brandon Sanchez was living on borrowed time.
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Brandon
