Chapter 9Hiroshi listened from the entryway of Mattson’s home before walking into the room where he’d talked with Jamie the night before. There was no sign of Jamie, but Ueno looked up from the too-small sofa in the living room with sleeplessness written across his face. Late morning light filtered in through the windows of Mattson’s living room and spilled over the turmoil of furniture and antiques.
Ueno pushed himself up and stretched. “I thought someone would come earlier.”
“She upstairs?” Hiroshi asked.
Ueno shrugged, stretched and plodded towards the door. He pulled on his coat and slipped into his shoes.
“I’m not in charge of the rotation,” Hiroshi called after Ueno, but he closed the door without responding.
Hiroshi spent the next hour looking around the study and living room.
