Chapter 11 - 9: Not Talking? Do as You Damn Please!
Brian was not very familiar with the local area.
He didn't know where the Little Sparrow Inn was.
Considering that the target, Andres, was more familiar with the surrounding environment,
the location of the inn should not be too far from the other's residential community.
After wandering around for a while,
Brian finally saw the neon-lit figure of a little sparrow on a rundown street.
"Thank God for privacy laws!"
At this time of night in downtown Los Angeles, many public places still had not installed surveillance equipment; instead, private residences, due to the not-so-great security environment, usually had surveillance cameras in their courtyards.
Brian chose a spot without surveillance to park the car, avoiding those monitored private residences, and after turning left and right for seven or eight minutes, he arrived at the back alley of the Little Sparrow Inn.
All around was pitch darkness.
In most cities in the United States, it was not safe in the early hours of the morning.