Naming on hold, a guest has arrived at the horse farm entrance, specifically requesting to see Zhang Jing and Barbie.
A black Toyota Highlander stopped five meters from the gate, and the two Japanese men I met last Saturday got out of the car.
"Hello, Mr. Zhang," the handsome Shibasaki greeted.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" Zhang Jing asked.
Shibasaki turned to Barbie, addressing her by her full name, "Miss Barbie Mallory, do you know Komatsubara?"
"Komatsubara is my client. And you are...?" Barbie asked tentatively, her mind racing.
"We're not Komatsubara's friends, nor are we police, but we need that gold jewel you took."
"At least you're not police," Barbie immediately snapped, "I don't know what nonsense you're spouting!"
"Miss Barbie," Shibasaki said veiledly, "that's just s
