“That was Osaki,” Hiroshi told Ishii, buckling up as she pulled out of the circular drive in front of Tokyo Station faster than he expected. “How far to Akihabara?”
“Ten minutes.” Ishii dodged through the last of morning rush hour. “Osaki’s with Takamatsu?”
“He’s waiting for him.” Hiroshi wondered where Takamatsu found the energy to keep getting into trouble. Hiroshi wanted cases he could work from his office.
Ishii pulled along Suitengu Dori until it merged with Chuo Dori, and soon they were in Akihabara, once the central electronic goods shopping area of Tokyo. Once upon a time, everything from transformers to fuses, relays, switches, motors, and circuit breakers were sold from small stands. Larger stores catered to the latest models of consumer products.
But as tourism and online s
