Chapter 32The computer whirred and the large, heavy file slowly opened. It was a long string of PDFs, scans and photos of documents, cables, internal memos and official orders all connected to the Occupation. Akiko scrolled down, skimming the endless flow of images.
“Skip to the very end,” Hiroshi said, pointing down, trying to hurry her.
Akiko sped up so the images didn’t fully open. Finally, she reached the last files—documents from late 2011 that seemed like invoices for work orders and shipment manifests.
“Try the other two files.” Hiroshi leaned back and stretched, embarrassed to hear his back pop and c***k. Dry eyes and a stiff back, but still better than if he hadn’t gotten the couple hours of sleep in his office.
The next file opened: “American Military Bases in Japan, from Occ
