Fuminori Nakamura - Evil and the Mask

I picked up my phone again and looked at the unknown man’s number, still showing on the screen. My finger touched the button, but then I stopped. If I called him back I had the feeling that I’d be playing into his hands. The woman came out of the shower, naked, and looked at me. I left the cell phone alone.

“It suddenly seemed like you were in trouble.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

She put on a robe. It was white.

“You were talking like it didn’t matter if I heard or not. Does that mean you’re not going to see me again?”

“That’s not it. I was so shocked that whether you heard was the least of my worries.”

On the TV a man was weeping next to the rubble of a stone house. The flames visible under the debris glimmered red, stubbornly refusing to go out. It was a fighter plane , he mumbled between sobs. A fighter plane did this. It was flying low, I could see the pilot .

“Are you some kind of criminal?”

“Well, I’m no saint, that’s for sure.”

She stared at me.

“You were talking in your sleep.”

“Was I?”

The strong blue light left her face in shadow.

“You were apologizing for something. Crying.”

My pulse quickened.

“What was I saying?”

“I didn’t really understand it, but you said something about handing over drugs. I’m sorry, you said, over and over, like a kid.”

Suddenly I saw Yajima’s face. But why should I be bothered about killing him?

“Is d’Alfaro the name of that bar? Then you were like, gonna die soon, gonna die soon, sorry.”

I looked at her blankly. She had no reason to lie. Her face moved deeper into the shadow.

“If I really had murdered someone … You’ve got guts. If I thought you knew too much I might kill you too, right?”

“I don’t think so. You won’t kill me. And I wouldn’t care if you did.”

She sat on the bed, her robe still open, lost in thought. I decided to leave, so I took out my wallet and went to give her the hundred thousand yen. She watched me lazily.

“Are you going home? Oh, right. Look, I do need money, but …”

“Just think of it as a present if you like.”

“I can’t see it that way.”

On the TV a building of some kind was sitting in the crosshairs of a gun. Probably it was file footage. The building crumbled in a white cloud.

“But that’s fine. It’s where I am at the moment. Hey, do you want to see me again?”

“Even if I’m a dangerous person to know?”

“I don’t care. But a hundred thousand is too expensive for someone like me.”

She laughed.

“No, money doesn’t mean much to me,” I said.

“Me, even if I no longer needed money, it would make no difference in the long run, because I’m always losing things. It’s always been like that. Everything that’s important to me, I lose them one after another. I wonder what will happen to me?”

A skinny old woman in a veil was glaring at the TV camera. A child with no arms and wearing a Yankees cap was laughing in response to some question.

“Hey, can I be your girlfriend? I wouldn’t mind if I was your second or third pick to begin with.”

“No, I’m not the person you think I am.”

“Not interested?”

“I’ve had my face completely reconstructed.”

The building continued to burn. As I stared vacantly at the orange flames, I wondered why I’d told her that so easily.

“Are you on the run or something?”

“No, not exactly.”

She was still watching me. Her gaze seemed to penetrate right to the unstable core of my being, and I was lost for words. She thought for a moment.

“For someone who’s had plastic surgery, you don’t seem very attached to that face.”

“I’m not really invested in it.”

She approached softly.

“Hey, do you want to do it again? You don’t have to pay.”

In the distance I heard a police siren. When I put my arms around her, her back felt much frailer than it had before.

Aichi Prefecture Assemblyman Dies of Poison at Party

Mr. XX, a member of the Aichi Prefectural Assembly, collapsed suddenly about 8 P.M. yesterday at a party in Nagoya. He was taken to a hospital by ambulance, but was pronounced dead soon after arrival. As soon as he tasted his beer after the opening toast, he was seen to collapse. The deadly poison aconitine was detected in his body. There had been suspicions that he had been receiving illegal contributions, and the authorities had just begun a thorough investigation.

• • •

“THIS NEWS JUST in. Mr. YY, a member of the House of Representatives, has died at a hospital in Tokyo. He was visiting the Tokyo Independent Vocational Center when he collapsed suddenly while eating lunch. He was taken to hospital and received treatment, but passed away a short time ago. Traces of aconitine poison were found in his system. It appears to be similar to the substance that was used in the murder of a Prefectural Assembly member in Aichi Prefecture. The metropolitan police have opened an investigation, including whether there is any connection to JL, who had issued threats.”

While I was looking at the newspaper, the TV announcer hurriedly read out a piece of paper he’d been handed. I turned up the volume a little. The commentator sitting next to the newsreader started to speak, leaning forward and drawing his eyebrows together.

“I think it may be premature to assume that this crime is the work of JL. Until now they have caused damage to property, but have not targeted people. I think a thorough investigation is required.”

THE DOOR OF the hotel room opened and the detective came in. He glanced at the TV for a second and then sat down on the sofa opposite me. Cold air from outside seemed to emanate from his suit. He looked rather tired.

“I’m very sorry,” he said, lowering his head. “Konishi lost her cell phone for a few minutes without realizing it. At around lunchtime that day she called you about Ms. Kaori. She was in a café, and after the call she went to the toilet, paid her bill and left. Of course she thought she had her phone with her the whole time. Immediately afterwards, however, the waitress came running after her with a phone, asking if it was hers. Another customer had picked it up from under her table, so she knew she’d dropped it, but thought it had only been missing for a few seconds. Even when I talked to her, at first she denied it and only remembered later. It seemed like such an insignificant event.”

My mind whirled.

“If that’s what happened,” he continued, “it means that someone must have stolen the cell phone while she was in the café. Then the thief gave it to the waitress so that Konishi would think that she’d just dropped it, not that it had been lifted. She hadn’t stored your number under your name — it was listed as a bar. But she had called you just before, and she probably mentioned Kaori’s name several times. Someone must have been nearby, listening to the conversation. If they stole it after that and looked at the call history, they could easily find out the number of the person she was talking to.”

“In other words …”

“Someone has been tailing me or Konishi. And whoever it is knows that we are investigating Ms. Kaori.”

At that moment the TV newsroom grew hectic. There was a babble of voices from off camera and someone handed the announcer a sheet of paper.

“Apparently the group calling itself JL have just claimed responsibility for the murders,” he said.