Chapter 31Outside the Korean restaurant, Hiroshi fumbled through the name cards in his wallet and found Pamela Carica from the American Embassy. He called her, his hands reddening in the cold night air as he followed the other detectives down the small lane towards the cars. Pamela picked up, though it was after midnight.
“This is detective Hiroshi Shimizu. I met you at the home of Bernard Mattson.”
“Yes, I remember. How is Jamie doing?” Pamela’s voice was husky and deep, unlike most Japanese women’s, but there was an insistent impatience to it that was purely American.
Hiroshi cleared his throat. “She’s fine. Recovering. Listen, would you be able to meet me to answer a few questions?”
“Right now? I’m still at the embassy. No one is allowed in at this time of night except for employees
