After Kosugi’s men dropped them off at the West Shinjuku hotel, they hurried upstairs where they’d left their packed bags. Patrick got the girls to brush their teeth while he called Tim to see if he’d arranged something out of the country yet or not. Tim’s phone rang, and flipped to message.
He redialed and heard it pick up. He waited patiently. Tim would have spoken right away. He’d always answered, overflowing with advice, comments, opinions.
Patrick hung up. Someone else had Tim’s phone.
Tim had given him a backup number in case of emergencies. He looked at it for a minute, and let it go. It would be better to move on his own. But maybe Tim was right about one thing—the more conspicuous they were, the less they’d be noticed.
All right, they’d do conspicuous. There was only one place
