Chapter 48Michiko’s long black hair appeared glimmering brown under the harsh overhead lighting of the platform. She stood calmly in the middle of the platform, her tall, muscular body resting and ready, her only movement a quick tug on her black shawl.
“Leave me alone,” she hissed.
“I know what happened.” Hiroshi said.
She pushed her black leather travel bag behind her and took a step, then another, toward him. Hiroshi could hear the wind through the trees and the rumble of the next train. Her eyes locked on his.
“I know what happened to you. In Kobe,” he said over the heightening sound of the train. “Tell me about them, about Bentley, about—”
“You don’t have any idea what happened.”
“Yes, I do. I know what happened. And why.”
“Here’s what happened,” she said. With a quick jump and
