Chapter 5At the door to the house in Asakusa, Hiroshi toed off his shoes in the large genkan entryway. He was in the last of three cars of detectives that traveled the half hour across the city from Shinjuku. Hiroshi came last in a car with two younger detectives whose silence gave him time to get over his irritation at being dragged to a second scene.
Hiroshi stepped up onto the wood floor of the old house and looked at the row of ukiyoe woodblock prints along the wall. On an offset chigaidana shelf, a stand held three swords of different lengths. Next to the swords was a newly wrapped funeral urn.
Wedged into the doorway of the living room was Sakaguchi, blocking the muffled voice of Ueno responding in lurching English to the rapid-fire patter of quick, angry English from a woman Hiros
