Merry Christmas!
I felt reasonably frustrated.
There was no mention of any Light Yagami anywhere- not in America, not in Japan, not anywhere in the world. He wasn't dead, at least, or I would have found an obituary.
Surely a man like him would be well-known. After reviewing my notes(which I had copied into five notebooks and my laptop), it seemed like Yagami was thrillingly intelligent, attractive, and somewhat conceited. Perfect for the media, no doubt.
The only reasonable conclusion was that he was involved in something illegal.
I'd long ago cut off ties with the Mafia.
It already bit at me that one of them might have killed Matt. True, there wasn't a whole lot I could have done thirty years ago, but I felt just as slimy for working with them.
I had to figure this out, though. It wouldn't deter me.
"Rod speaking."
"This is Mello."
"...Mello?"
I wanted to laugh. Even after a year, my name held the same sway that it used to. He was unbelieving, yet unwilling to voice that just in case it was the Devil.
Power. Power was why I stayed in the mob for so long. I'm not the best, but I'm certainly enough to control them. It was fun.
"Make no mistake. I need information concerning a man named Light Yagami."
"He's a doctor," Ross immediately answered.
"The mob's private doctor?" I was surprised.
"No. We recently discovered him. He says he helps anybody that needs it, without asking any questions. He's a valuable doctor. We're protecting him, but he doesn't know it."
"Mm. Schedule an appointment for me under 'Michael Keeling' for tomorrow, three in the afternoon. Where is his office?"
"Lane's Avenue. Can't miss it. Are...are you coming back to the mob?"
I snorted. "No, so don't bother trying to train those idiot men of yours."