Chapter 29Sugamo pulled close to the flower shop in Kichijoji. On the smaller streets farther from the station there was little traffic and the streetlights caught the heads and backs of bicyclists whizzing by and pedestrians heading home or out to dinner.
Hiroshi got out across from the shop and planted his feet on the sidewalk, thinking. The flowers that spread along the sidewalk in the daytime had been taken inside, leaving a long row of windows on either side with dark-green houseplants blocking the view of the interior. A sign said “Closed,” but light trickled out.
Takamatsu rolled the window down. “We’ll wait in the car. You won’t be long, will you? You’re just asking them about the tweets?”
“If someone comes out, stop them,” Hiroshi said. “Suzuna’s got be the one who knew Mayu’s
