Chapter 30Akasaka to Shinjuku was not far. Hiroshi exited onto a balcony that looked down over the passengers coursing through the west exit. Akiko told him that every day more than three million people passed through Shinjuku Station.
Could that be possible, he wondered, so many people through one station? What would one more—or one less—human being matter among all these others? The place was a shrine to mobility, efficiency and work, an overflowing offering of humanity.
Hiroshi moved into the stream of brisk-walking people making their way toward the skyscrapers of West Shinjuku. He found the basement lobby of the NS Building from the underground passageway, safe from the heavy rain aboveground. He waited a long time for the elevator that took him up to the 40th floor, to Bentley Asso
