Chapter 20Sugamo was waiting on a side street near the hotel, traffic pulling around the side of the car. “How was she?” Sugamo asked as Hiroshi and Takamatsu clambered in, scowling at the cars waiting impatiently in both directions. When traffic cleared, Sugamo started back to the station to get Hiroshi there in time for the chief.
“Amazing tattoos,” Takamatsu said. “I haven’t seen such great ones since I was on crowd control at the Sanja Matsuri. Skin is the ultimate canvas.”
“You’re getting a few tattoos then?” Hiroshi asked him.
“Against the police code or I would,” Takamatsu said, cracking a window and lighting a cigarette. “Well, she was a treat.”
“You believed her?” Hiroshi asked.
“I wanted to believe her.” Takamatsu blew the smoke out the window. “Didn’t you?”
Hiroshi wasn’t
