Suddenly two people stopped next to them. Of course, these were also Japanese, but this time they did not limit themselves to just comments in their language, but bowed to Galbraith and extended their hands to him.
“Hello”, the younger one said in fairly good English.
“Greetings”, his senior companion said in a cheerful tone.
Apparently they are brothers, the inspector thought, shaking hands first with one, then with the other.
“These are our new employees”, the specialist told him.
“I hope their names will not be a secret to me?”, the policeman remarked sarcastically.
“Of course not”, the silver-haired man seemed not to understand the hint. “Get acquainted with Okamura brothers, Shinoda and Ichinose”.
At these words, the older one chuckled displeasedly, and his younger brother smil
