Akiko fumed as she packed up her things to go to the main building on the chief’s orders to call every hotel in Tokyo. She guzzled two more espressos and stormed off. She could handle anything, but it meant she wouldn’t be handling everything that would produce results.
After she was gone, the office felt quiet, and not in a good way.
Hiroshi texted Masaharu Watanabe at the National Tax Agency. After Hiroshi’s uncle introduced them during a murder embezzlement case, they met for drinks, each delighted to find someone to talk shop with. Watanabe focused on tax evasion from big corporations and the ultra-wealthy, while Hiroshi zeroed in on investment scams, real estate rip-offs, and pension thefts. Watanabe could see him in a couple of hours.
Hiroshi called the lawyer and the judge handli
