rookiedetective
Mako just raised his eyebrow, his arms folded though gently with the bruises under his clothes and ht tape over his ribs. “We have witnesses, Shin and my personal experience. Which Triad blind sided me and knocked me off my bike?”
“Personal experience? Since when have I ever hit you with my car?” Shin snorted. “Frankly, I’m hurt that you’re accusing me, Mako.” He didn’t have the voice of someone who sounded hurt. He sounded more annoyed than anything. “I’m telling you it wasn’t me. And y’know, the cars the Triple Threats use? They ain’t exactly exclusive. Anyone with yuans and access to a Satomobile lot could pick one of those puppies up. And anyway, use your head for a second. You know how delicate I am with my car. She’s my pride and joy. I ain’t gonna risk chipping off her paint just to knock you off your bike.”
It was the same story with Shin, dancing around the truth. The truth was he hadn’t knocked Mako off his bike. And yes, it was true that Satomobiles like the kind the Triple Threats used, while expensive, could be bought by anyone with the yuans. But Shin was covering up the fact that he HAD seen and knew about which car and which members of the Triple Threat Triad had knocked Mako off his bike. He wasn’t a snitch. He wouldn’t tell... even if he didn’t approve. He’d never liked the fact that Mako had gone pig-dog and never would, but...; That didn’t mean he still didn’t have a bit of a soft spot for the kid. Even if he’d never admit to anyone.