Chapter 17Hiroshi hurried up the stairs to the family restaurant across the bus and taxi rotary from Shibutani’s office. Sugamo had frowned at Hiroshi taking what should have been entered as evidence, Shibutani’s files on Onizuka, but Takamatsu just asked how long Hiroshi needed.
Inside the bland comfort of the family restaurant, Hiroshi ordered corn soup and iced espresso. Just saying the words to the waitress made him nauseated. He got up to get a glass of water at the self-service counter, but the water tasted like shochu.
Hiroshi opened the files Shibutani had compiled on Onizuka, a thick stack of account statements, transfer notices and pages of hand-drawn flow charts. He’d done his work checking Onizuka’s bank accounts, stock accounts, tax forms, salary statements, along with those
