Chapter 23It felt good to be off the roof and away from Senden. Hiroshi started walking south beside the elevated train tracks. Long commuter trains clanged along the tracks above, their heavy rumble broken only by the overhead screech of wheel on rail.
Hiroshi ignored the cross street under the tracks into Ginza, and kept going past German beer halls, Chinese dim sum joints, Korean barbecue places, and yakitori grills with savory smoke billowing into the street.
Takamatsu hung a step behind, smoking, giving Hiroshi space to think.
Hiroshi kept walking, but near Shinbashi Station he stopped stomping forward to take a call from Sakaguchi. Takamatsu pointed at the smoker’s lounge and Hiroshi gave him a vague nod.
“Who?” Hiroshi shouted into his phone.
“I can’t pronounce his name,” Sakag
