Hiroshi called for two detectives to take Mehta back to his hotel to gather his things and move to a new place. Mehta was not pleased when Hiroshi confiscated his passport, but he set up a rotating schedule to guard Mehta, and that seemed to pacify him.
Hiroshi, Takamatsu, and Ishii rode the elevator down to the parking garage. Takamatsu fiddled with his cigarettes and lighter as they walked past the empty parking spots.
Hiroshi got in back. “The next crime scene might well be his.”
Takamatsu pulled out his cellphone. “That’s why we’ll call Shibutani and Ota.”
“To watch him?”
“No, to speed things up.”
Hiroshi leaned across the hood of the car. “You want to outsource this?”
“If Shibutani puts Ota on this, he’ll turn something up faster than we would.” Takamatsu called Shibutani.
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