Chapter 33When the head of the Morning Light nonprofit organization, Junko Ayase, saw Hiroshi come in the door, she called out to the college interns in a loud voice, “Another visit from the police! We must be doing something right!”
The college interns stopped what they were doing and carried laptops over to the meeting table in the center of the room. As before, the photos of young women on the multi-lingual posters stared down at him.
Junko eyed him, too. She pulled her baggy sweater tight around her shoulders as she gestured for everyone to take a seat.
“It was Rin, Yuna, and Nozomi, right?” Hiroshi said, looking at the women in turn.
“You have a good memory,” Junko said.
The college students seemed different than his image of most twenty-something women. Hiroshi imagined most spe
