Chapter 37Back in his office, Hiroshi hung up his coat and headed straight for the espresso machine, clicked it on, and loaded the hopper with fresh beans. He’d been bent over the scanner so long, his neck was sore. His arm was throbbing, though the bleeding had stopped.
Takamatsu followed him in, holding his cellphone with the photos of Senden’s files they took with Chizu’s help. “She could still get in trouble. We should have brought her with us.”
“I don’t think anyone will figure out what she did,” Hiroshi said, turning on his computer. “She said she was leaving anyway.”
“There’s leaving and there’s leaving,” Takamatsu said. “Let’s send someone to watch the door to her apartment building.”
“She’s the one who walked off after she let us out that back exit. She had to hurry because sh
