Chapter 18“Where do you want to start?” Takamatsu asked Hiroshi, reading his notebook in the light of a convenience store a block from the Roppongi crossing. “We have a choice between Pata-Pata, Backside, Golden Showers, Man-zoku, Roomful of Mirrors or Sanctum Sanctorum?”
“They each sound awful in their own special way,” Hiroshi said, ignoring Takamatsu’s horse-snort laugh.
“The David Lounge is what we want. Some girl from one of these clubs will escort us in.”
“Start at the top then—the Pata-Pata.”
They wandered across the four-way crosswalk and headed toward Azabu, Takamatsu checking the map the secretaries printed out for them.
“Sakaguchi was impressed,” Takamatsu said, “with how you handled yourself.”
“I didn’t get stabbed. Why’s he working over there in the chikan squad anyway?”
