Sakaguchi was waiting in the hallway outside the interrogation room. “Takamatsu, we’ve got to cut back on that kind of thing.”
Takamatsu nodded. “That one was thirty years coming. I’ve got no reason to hit the younger generation. They can’t take it anyway.”
Sakaguchi stretched his knee, balancing his huge frame on one leg. He breathed out slowly as he brought his leg down.
The in-use lights were on over all the doors. “Which room is Patrick in?”
Sakaguchi nodded at the room two doors down. “I’ll leave you to the English.”
“Where are you going?” Hiroshi was used to Sakaguchi always listening in.
“Meetings. And a press conference. We have a lot of explaining to do. Public safety disrupted is front page stuff.” Sakaguchi ambled down the hall.
Takamatsu pulled out a fresh pack of cigare
