The shovel-faced man in black took a step toward him, but Patrick kept going toward the stairs to the underground walkway. He heard him give the car three loud raps with his palm, but he didn’t look back.
The stairs led to a walkway lined by coffee, lunch, and drinking places for the workers in the skyscrapers towering above. The girls were following along like little angels on their journey to a Disney ending. He hoped.
“I want to go on the pirates one and the world one,” Kiri said.
“We’re going on all of them,” Patrick assured her.
“Splash Mountain for me,” Jenna said.
“Can you swim?” Patrick teased her.
“You just saw us in the pool,” Jenna protested.
Kiri looked up at him. “It’s in a boat, Dad.”
The underground passageway was busy with people heading from Shinjuku Station to Wes
