Chapter 27Hiroshi leaned back in his office chair and stretched. He’d been matching withdrawal, deposit, and transfer slips from Onizuka’s and Mayu’s accounts for hours and his eyes were starting to ache and his shoulders stiffen. Mayu was amazingly organized, but the mess from Onizuka canceled that out.
Akiko said, “Why don’t you take a break? You skipped lunch.”
“OK, let’s order something, whatever you like.” Hiroshi eyed the espresso machine, but stayed away. “I’m getting jittery.”
“Ramen?”
“Sure, something light, asari or shoyu.” He pulled his futon chair out and unfolded it to its horizontal shape.
“Get some blood in your head. You’re going to need it before we can assemble all these bank transfers into a single flow chart.” Akiko called a nearby shop to deliver two bowls of rame
