Hiroshi walked out of the Ministry of Finance building thinking over what Watanabe had told him. The appointment with the judge overseeing the divorce was in a half-hour, and the judge’s secretary told Hiroshi to be on time or the judge wouldn’t see him. The office was not far, near the Tokyo District Court. A short walk through Hibiya Park, one of the first Western-style parks in Japan, would clear his head.
He turned into the side entrance. Even with the sun out, it was cold in the park. He took the path around the copper statue of a crane with open wings, the stream of water shooting up from the crane’s mouth toward the sky.
Patrick was managing a lot of wealth in Wyoming, so maybe he got ahead of himself, became involved with someone, or simply needed a change. Sometimes a short time
