Chapter 21Takamatsu was waiting in the lobby of the Senden Central building flipping his lighter and staring at the banners that swept down from the ceiling. When Hiroshi came in, Takamatsu nodded to the lobby receptionist, who placed a call.
In a minute, a retirement-age man in a bright blue uniform and brimmed cap emerged from a door beside the elevators and ambled toward them. His mottled pink face was pleasant and fleshy. “I’m Imasato, in charge of security for Senden. I worked at the koban police box in Roppongi for twenty years before retiring here.”
Takamatsu smiled. “Most people transfer out of there after a few years.”
“Not the stubborn ones. Follow me.” Imasato led them down the stairwell.
Hiroshi said, “We received the footage you sent, but it’s not quite what we needed.”
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