Chapter 18Outside the office, Takamatsu waved down a taxi. “I’m starting to like talking to people in offices. I can smoke and don’t have chase anyone down dirty alleys.”
“I’m not sure which is more depressing,” Hiroshi said, getting into the taxi first.
“At least in the alley you end up with something for your effort,” Takamatsu said.
Hiroshi gave the driver directions. “The next one’s just another accounting firm. I’ll handle it.”
“All right. I’ll check up on Mayu’s father. After a night in jail, maybe he’s concocted some new alibis.”
“I’ll meet you in Shibuya later?”
“Sugamo and I can pick you up at Kanda Station. How much time do you need?” Takamatsu pulled up his crisp cuffs and checked his gold watch.
“Give me an hour.” Hiroshi got out in front of a newly built five-story buil
