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As he came to the spot in the trail where the second branch took him to the left, he was surprised to see an old woman walking toward him with a giant dog on a leash. He looked at her as she passed. She started to nod hello to him, but she stopped and a look of fear came across her face. He was used to it. The tattoos were hard to miss; they covered almost the entirety of his face. Ornate depictions of “MS-13” ran from his chin to his forehead. They sent a message to the world that he was a dangerous man who didn’t care what anyone else felt about him.
The woman put her head down and her pace increased as much as the dog’s languid trot would allow.
It was disconcerting to him that anyone would be out in this cold at all; only an insane New Englander would believe that it was reasonable to walk by the water in sub-zero temperatures. He would never understand the people who lived in this place. At least, though, her fear would prevent her from giving in to any curiosity, and there was no chance that she would return. He and Dr. Yee would not be disturbed.
At that moment, Dr. Yee was gathering his cash and belongings to leave the Boston area indefinitely. His involvement with Soh’s men was in the FBI file given to Cormack by Kit Steele. Cormack had passed on that bit of information to Cicero, with instructions to use Dr. Yee’s connections to get further information about Soh’s whereabouts.
Cicero had visited Dr. Yee the night before with John Hall in tow. They found him alone at his dental office. Dr. Yee had been reluctant to give them any information about Soh or MS-13, even faced with Cicero’s knife. Hall duct-taped Dr. Yee to one of his dental chairs, his head pulled all the way back, strapped to the headrest. Cicero began by removing two of the doctor’s teeth. He then began methodically experimenting with each of the various dental instruments and power tools until Dr. Yee was begging to cooperate. After Dr. Yee had given them all the information he had, they instructed him to text his contact and tell him that he needed to talk. Cicero still had Dr. Yee’s phone when Suarez texted the time and place to meet.
Dr. Yee knew he had to disappear as quickly as possible. Once MS-13 found out that he had given up information about Suarez, his time in the dental chair with Cicero would seem a pleasant memory.
As Cormack waited in the cold of the Belle Isle Marsh Reservation, he heard John Hall chuckle softly to himself.
“That fuckin’ chink doctor last night…” Hall said, his laughter trailing away. “That was too fuckin’ funny.”
Cicero shot him a glare.