Hiroshi couldn’t identify guns, but the two men had handguns with clips and Nozaki had a smaller, streamlined pistol. The black matte of the barrels absorbed the sunlight as they pointed them back and forth between the family and the detectives.
Patrick pulled Kiri and Jenna behind him, backing away. Miyuki moved next to Patrick to shield their daughters. They clasped hands.
Ishii, Sugamo, and Osaki spread across the bridge until Nozaki waved his gun for them to stop. Hiroshi stayed where he was.
People milled past from both directions, oblivious to what was happening, bowing apologetically as if interrupting a photograph. They kept walking by, chatting arm in arm, checking their cellphone maps.
The boy who thought it was an outdoor performance pulled his father forward, but his father
