Tim drove to Kokubunji Station by alternately creeping down back streets and zipping along four-lane roads that flowed quickly. He studied the rearview mirror on both, and at every intersection, and in-between. Patrick started looking behind in the side mirror too.
When Tim pulled into the circular drive of Kokubunji Station, the coffee shop was right where Arisa said it would be next to the station entrance. But right beside it was a koban police box with two police officers standing out front.
kobanTim put the car in park.
When Patrick undid his seat belt, he realized he was going to leave his two girls in the car with someone he only met in person for the last half-hour of driving. And if the info had been distributed at airports, it might be at every police box in the country. He wo
