Chapter 36Ueno, a former rugby player who barely fit in the squad cars, pushed Takamatsu’s leg to wake him up. Takamatsu stirred, yawned, and sat up in the passenger seat. He straightened his tie, reset his cuffs, and smoothed his pant legs.
They’d been following Kenta Nakamura and whoever was in the car with him with little result for a good portion of the day. Ueno brushed the nori crumbs from an onigiri off his chest and twisted the top back on a bottle of tea.
“The car theft guys might never have picked him up if he hadn’t driven around all day,” Takamatsu said, still drowsy from his nap.
“It’s good you had favors to call in.”
“Always help out other sections. You’ll need them at some point for one case or another.”
“They’ve got those helicopter cameras.”
“Even those don’t work ha
