Takuda brushed off his fine new suit, and Suzuki clutched his packet of spicy pickled cod roe. Mori aimed a kick at the Hakata doll, large and square in its silk bundling cloth, but Suzuki edged in to block the kick. “No, no, no,” he moaned. “That’s a nice doll. It’s a week’s groceries if we can get cash back for it.” Takuda scooped the doll up under his arm. “I’m done for the day,” he said. “I have to go find Yumi.” “We were set up,” Mori growled. “This little jaunt to Club Sexychat, the satellite mental health center, the job with Ota Southern Protection Services, everything.” Takuda nodded. “They even want us to know where their offices are. They took the same route, coming and going.” He watched Mori cataloging the information. He knows something, but he isn’t ready to tell us. “We’ll catch up tomorrow. Meet me at the Lotus Café for breakfast. You’ve got the overnight shift at the satellite office, though it will be pretty grim for you without Miss Nabeshima there.
