





“Let me go. Please.”
“I can’t. My head’s on the line.”
“We’re friends. Right, Atsuko?”
“Stop that. Why are you pointing an empty gun at me? Was Michiko Malandro that kind of woman?”
“Let me go. Please.”
“I can’t. My head’s on the line.”
“We’re friends. Right, Atsuko?”
“Stop that. Why are you pointing an empty gun at me? Was Michiko Malandro that kind of woman?”