Chapter 4It was less than an hour drive east to Kichijoji, where Sugamo pulled the car to a stop on a side street of one of the most lively and popular areas in western Tokyo, the streets filled every day with young and old shopping, living, and strolling. He peered at the GPS on the dash. “On the corner of the big street ahead.”
Hiroshi said, “My GPS says it’s the next street.”
Sugamo pressed buttons on the dashboard GPS navigation.
Hiroshi put his cellphone away and started looking along the street. “There it is.”
Hiroshi and Takamatsu got out of the car. After freezing on the roof and Takamatsu keeping the car window open to smoke, Hiroshi finally felt warmed by the late-morning sun. It had burned away the chill and quieted the wind.
The shop was located just outside the buzzing co
