Chapter 12Michiko had a key to Takayuki Shibuya’s place, and let herself in silently. She set her umbrella in the stand, shaking off the rain. It was pouring outside. In the genkan, several pairs of men’s designer running shoes surrounded a single pair of women’s leather pumps.
The apartment was disordered, the designer furniture misaligned and littered with convenience store and shopping bags, jackets, and a rack of video cameras, monitors, LED lights, reflectors, and tripods. A row of DVD players lined up next to stacks of homemade DVDs.
She walked in her socks through the living room past the small kitchen area to the door of the bedroom and pushed it open. Shibuya was sprawled across the double bed. She could not see his face, only the dark-tanned flesh on his back and his spiky, dye
