scrubs. But the custodians wear jumpsuits much like the one youâre wearing now.â
He nodded. âWeâll stay in touch. Iâm sure this will be helpful, even if he doesnât know where the artifact is right now.â
When they walked out to the reception area a few minutes later, they came face-Âto-Âface with Section Chief Hasegawa.
He had a whole bench to himself, even though several Âpeople stood nearby. His mass, his rumpled suit, and his radiating anger drove everyone else away. He was an enraged and desperate bureaucrat in his prime.
He saw Takuda and Yoshida approaching, and he leapt to his feet, his face twisting as if the first words of his tirade were fighting each other to escape his mouth.
And at that moment, the glass front doors whooshed open and Detective Kimura sauntered in from the darkened street.
Hasegawaâs gaze drifted from Takuda and Yoshida to Kimura. He strode to the detective and poked him in the sternum with his thick forefinger. âYou didnât take care of my staff.â His eyes were red-Ârimmed and puffy. âShe says you knew. You knew he was unstable.â
Kimura said, âSorry, but I canât comment on this ongoing investigation.â
Hasegawa leaned into Kimura, his face even darker.
Yoshida groaned. Takuda handed her his staff.
Hasegawa had Kimura by the collar by the time Takuda reached them. Hasegawa grunted and strained as Takuda gently forced himself between them, inexorably wedging them apart. âSecurity guard . . . you . . . oof . . . let me . . .â
It was just a matter of keeping himself between them. He bowed as Hasegawa threw punches past his ribs, murmuring apologies in the politest language he knew, ridiculously polite, period-Âdrama polite, so polite he had never used some of the phrases himself.
Hospital security came just as it was winding down. Takuda bowed and explained that they would all leave soon, and that there was a simple disagreement on protocol. Prefecture business and all. Takuda didnât even have to look to know that Kimura flashed the detectiveâs notebook at that point.
This set the stage for the head of hospital security to step forward and lambaste them all, leaving Takuda to use his most polite Japanese twice in the same day. This was the detectiveâs cue to slip out the door, and it should have been the section chiefâs time to go as well, but he stood and made his bows beside Takuda, handing over his card and explaining that he was protecting a patient from badgering by police.
âThatâs the doctorsâ decision,â said the head of security. âItâs a hospital, not a bar. You donât go having this sort of dust-Âup in the lobby.â
No one pointed out that the shouting by the head of security was louder and longer than the original scuffle.
When it was all over, Hasegawa thanked Takuda. âItâs been twenty years since I got that angry. Thanks for taking care of me there. I would have broken his ass off.â
Takuda bowed. Hasegawa bowed in return. âIâll put in a good word with Ota for you,â Hasegawa said.
Yoshida drifted up to him and handed him the staff. âI hid this under the couch while you were scuffling,â she said. âThe section chief owes you a favor, but Detective Kimura owes you his life. You kept him from getting his ass broken off today.â
Takuda snorted.
âIâm serious,â she said. âNow heâll feel obliged to tell you whatever he knows about Thomas.â
âI need to talk to Thomas. Thatâs what I really need.â
She said, âBefore you go, see if Kimura can tell you something that will unlock Thomasâs head.â
Takuda frowned. He wasnât at all sure he wanted to unlock the foreignerâs head. After the encounter in the foreignerâs house, he was a little afraid of what he might
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