Chapter 27Hiroshi saw Sakaguchi from the end of the hospital hallway, his round, human girth a sharp contrast with the pushcarts, supply trays, and medical equipment along the white walls. Ueno, the other sumo wrestler from the outing to Shibuya, sat in a chair at the far end of the hall.
Hiroshi walked down the long hall wondering which room he was in. The intensive care ward was quiet. Waiting families slumped in chairs inside the rooms, nurses walking briskly back and forth. Small shaded windows opened into each of the rooms.
“You’re back in homicide?” he asked Sakaguchi.
Sakaguchi nodded, yes. “Enough of those chikan perverts.”
“So?” Hiroshi nodded toward the hospital room.
“He’s in pretty bad shape,” said Sakaguchi, his bass voice a whisper. “He was stable enough for me to talk w
