‘She doesn’t have any leads on your daughter, then?’
‘That’s what she says, and I think I believe her. But if she does find Maaya, she won’t let me anywhere near her. I believe that, too.’
Kosuke puffs out his cheeks. We look out over the rooftops. He’s putting me up in one of his guestrooms while they clean the blood off my attic floor.
It looks like the Independence Day celebrations are over. The strip’s still lit up like a fairground on LSD but the Rivers are calm and quiet. Scooters continue to shoot through the streets but the heaving crowds have dispersed. It’s gonna be one hell of a clean-up tomorrow.
Kosuke’s elbows shuffle along the railing.
‘I didn’t know, Dag,’ he says. I turn to face him. ‘I didn’t know about your daughter, I promise. Fujii knew I’d tell you. That’s why he
