Chapter 22Takamatsu put out his cigarette. “You take this one,” he growled to Hiroshi, both of them staring at Chizu shivering by the smoking lounge. “I’m going to get a ladder and check out the parking garage camera.”
Takamatsu and Imasato walked back to the hatch door and disappeared inside. Chizu bowed to Takamatsu and walked toward Hiroshi.
“It’s cold up here,” Hiroshi said.
“The wind’s blocked over there,” Chizu said, pointing at the other corner where large, Plexiglass barriers lined the two sides of the roof opposite the crime scene.
Chizu was tall with shoulder length, neatly cut hair that the wind blew dancing around her face. She moved easily, hunching her shoulders like too-tall people do. Inside the protective barriers, the wind lost its icy sting. Chizu circled to face the
