Chapter 19Hiroshi’s eyes refused to open at the first buzz of his cell phone. He elbowed himself up and reached for its jittering body in the pocket of his jacket, which was flung over a chair, under his crumpled pants. He only had to lean over as the room had just enough space for a double bed and a chair.
He tried to cobble together what happened the night before—dinner, drinks, dancing, kissing, what-was-her-name, Mina, fumbling with clothes, fumbling with condoms. Nothing sharpened to believability in his mind.
He pushed back the nausea and answered his cell phone.
“Hai?”
He held it a ways from his ear, but Takamatsu’s voice came through, “Where did you go?”
“Good question.”
“You and Mina took off.”
“We did?”
“I can understand why.”
“Weren’t you with—what was her name?”
“Does
