Chapter 35The hallways were long and quiet and well-marked. Neither Hiroshi nor Sakaguchi spoke as they walked to the south wing elevators, one large and one for personnel only. The gurney-sized elevator moved at a ponderous crawl. The inside smelled of disinfectant.
At the tenth floor, they were directed down a long hallway of private rooms. In a chair at the end, a plainclothes guard looked up from his manga and recognizing Sakaguchi, motioned with his chin to the room.
“Where’s Sugamo?” Sakaguchi asked.
“Went for more coffee.” Several empty cans of vending machine coffee rested on the table beside him.
Hiroshi walked into the room, pulled back the curtain and reeled back.
Fluids oozed through a tangle of tubes taped in place. Velcro straps circled the man’s arms and air casts cover
