Chapter 34Outside, Hiroshi walked quickly through the crowds in Shibuya. Farther from the station, the old Shibuya hung on. Hiroshi would get lunch at his favorite jazz kissaten, where he could recover with coffee, jazz, and curry, and read through whatever was in the thick envelope from Yoshifumi Arai.
He called Akiko and then Sakaguchi to get a local beat cop to stop by the address of Aracoin’s security specialist, Harada. He would know how much Suzuki knew, which was, it seemed, what got him, and the others, killed. He might know even more. He would at least know how to find the transaction codes they needed to track down everyone.
On Hiroshi’s usual cases, even the most talented investments scammers and money launderers could not hide all their tracks. But with digital currency, mone
