Chapter 15In the elevator to his apartment, Hiroshi tried to re-count his drinks—two whiskeys, then one, two, hmm, four, possibly five, glasses of shochu, and a little beer. Actually, a lot of beer, as Sakaguchi had ordered more and poured for him.
He didn’t want to pull his cellphone out to check the time. He’d already dropped it once in the taxi home. He bumped the side of the elevator as he got out on his floor.
It was the shochu that had done him in. It was like cool water on the tongue and a sumo workout on the rest of his body. He had to remember that Takamatsu was always in control and Sakaguchi was about twice his weight. Hiroshi was the one who always got hammered.
Ayana had decided to get back to kendo practice, so she was probably sound asleep. What time was it? She wouldn’t
