But who knows? At this point, there was no going back. No changing their minds. As they quietly tiptoed across the foot bridge, Ken cleared her mind of everything but the task at hand. Yuuki kept a distance of at least two or three steps. When they turned the corner and got a good look at the front of the nameless building—and the SUV, scrapes and all, that had run Dakota off the road, destroying his Jeep—Yuuki unzipped her coat about halfway and placed her hand on the pistol inside.
Ken made no move for her own weapons yet, as per the plan. She simply put on a smile and walked confidently into the office part of the building.
There was a young white guy behind an old counter, circa the seventies with ugly faux wood and an off-yellow carpet. He was too scrawny to be one of the men who abducted her dad, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t involved, and he looked a little too clean and well-dressed for a private auto body or mechanic service that couldn’t afford a sign out front.