Chapter 7Hiroshi took a taxi back to the Kagurazaka apartment after spending a few hours looking through the contents of the safe. When he came in, Ayana was still sleeping. He tried not to wake her as he slipped into bed. She murmured something unintelligible and snuggled up to him, sleep-warm.
Hiroshi turned toward her, then away, then rolled onto his back, but couldn’t relax. The chalk outlines of the bodies in the cold warehouse felt projected on the inside of his eyelids. They floated over the studio account books he’d skimmed through before having them packed up to send back to his office.
He rolled out of bed without waking her, got dressed and snuck out to the nearby bakery for her favorite pain au chocolat and artisanal yogurt. The fruit and vegetable stand had nashi pears—Ayana
