Chapter 44The twenty-story building of clubs, offices and apartments that housed the David and Tulip was not far from Roppongi station. The dark brown tile of the building was as clean as if it had been put up the day before. Across from the building, Hiroshi unwrapped the ice pack from his handkerchief and checked his aching ribs. Sakaguchi took a call.
“Sugamo,” Sakaguchi said, holding up his cell phone. “He’s coming in a car. His son won his sumo match.” Sakaguchi and Hiroshi wiped the sweat off their faces, necks and forearms. It was humid outside, and ready to rain.
Hiroshi wrung the water from the ice pack out of his shirt and tossed it into a trash can by a vending machine. He squeezed his handkerchief as dry as he could and tucked in his shirt.
“Was it the David Lounge where Tak
