Chapter 9On the sidewalk, Takamatsu pulled out his cigarettes and lit one.
“No smoking here,” Hiroshi said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Takamatsu blew out the first lungful. He held up his cigarette with his fingers splayed. “And this is all mental frustration, bad habit, death wish, repressed s****l urges.”
“That’s right,” Hiroshi said.
“Same for this case,” Takamatsu said.
“Unconscious motivation?” Hiroshi looked for Sugamo and the car.
“No, conscious. We’re just not getting to it. The company failed, the bureaucrats failed, the legal system failed. The guy did what he wanted.”
“Until yesterday.” Hiroshi looked in both directions for the car.
Takamatsu held his cigarette away from people passing by.
Sugamo pulled around the corner, driving slowly through the street full of pedestrians
