Fuminori Nakamura - Evil and the Mask

“It’s much less than I wanted at first. Also, could you look after this for me?”

He put his backpack on the low table.

“What is it?”

“A bomb. It’s just for a few days.”

At the bottom of the squashed bag I could make out the shape of a square object.

“I don’t have anywhere to store it any more. Coin lockers have security cameras. It’s not for long.”

“Why do I have to look after it?”

“We told you a lot about JL, so you should take some of the risk as well. It’s not wired, so it’s safe, but don’t drop it. This took longer than I thought. I’ve got some other business to take care of. Let’s get out of here.”

“Where are you going?”

“Not telling. Don’t be nosy.”

THE DETECTIVE WAS waiting for me in our usual hotel room. He seemed to have lost a little weight, but his eyes were as piercing as ever. As soon as I entered he rose from the brown sofa and poured me a cup of instant coffee. His fingers were long and slender, and remarkably smooth for his age. Once again I reflected that we always drank coffee at our meetings. He produced two well-worn files and put a plastic case full of unlabelled CDs on the table.

“Here is the material on Mikihiko Kuki,” he said.

“You got it this quickly?”

“No …”

He was watching me intently. I’d never seen him so serious.

“If you look at these, you’ll understand what type of man he is.”

The file nearest to me was particularly old.

“What you do with it, that’s up to you.”

“What’s …?”

He looked at his silver watch.

“It’s almost time.”

“Huh? Ah, so it is.”

I stood.

“Does Konishi …?”

“Yeah, no problem. It’s on my way, I’ll give you a lift.”

JE LE RÉPÈTE was in the basement of a white, five-storey building in Roppongi’s entertainment district. The detective spotted Mikihiko’s PI’s car tailing us, but I told him several times to ignore it. When we arrived at the bar I straightened my tie and waited until his vehicle disappeared from view, while Mikihiko’s guy watched from his car. What had given me the push to visit Kaori was Mikihiko telling me that if I approached her he’d leave her alone, but whether I was playing for time just to hide my real motives, I wasn’t sure. There were many things I still didn’t know — not so much about what I wanted, but what I was going to do about the whole situation. Still, there I was, dressed in a suit, standing in front of Je le Répète’s stylish neon sign. Meeting Kaori felt unreal, like some kind of bad joke, but I also couldn’t imagine running away, going back to my own room. I made my way into the hushed building, feeling like something was dragging me forward, like something soft was pushing me from behind.

The dim staircase seemed to go on forever. At the bottom my eyes were assaulted by a brilliant light. A young man with a smooth smile opened the door — he must have seen me from inside. The bar was larger than I expected, filled with soft jazz and lit by rows of chandeliers, which showed vases of flowers, their stalks extended like arms, shiny sofas, red carpets and lots of mirrors around the walls.

“Hello,” he said, the smile still fixed on his face. “Are you on your own?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you wanting anyone in particular?”

“Um, Azumi.”

“Fine. This way, please.”

He guided me to a black leather couch beside a glass table. When I took out a cigarette he put down the menu, dropped to one knee and lit it for me. There weren’t that many customers, perhaps because it was still early. From time to time I heard laughter.

Azusa Konishi was wearing a red dress, and her elaborately styled hair reflected the light from the chandeliers behind her. Staying in character, she sat beside me with a smile.

“You came,” she said, as though we were friends.

The waiter bowed low and moved away.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s free at the moment. I’m really sorry about that business with the phone.”

“Don’t worry about it. So …”

“Okay. I’ll call her. Ah, what would you like to drink? Gin and tonic?”

She put ice in a glass and started to fix me a drink. With her pert breasts and beautifully made-up face, she looked every inch a hostess. She called the waiter over with a gesture. Thanking me and feigning a smile, she told him to invite Kaori to join us.

The tip of my cigarette glowed feebly, like a chink of light in a thick fog. I stretched out my hand slowly to pick it up, but my vision was dim and although my fingers managed to find the ashtray, they couldn’t grasp properly. I heard voices, I saw the light reflecting off a corner of the table. Then the fog cleared, my view grew broader and I could see part of my glass, damp with drops of water. I heard a high-pitched voice, and when I turned towards it I could make out a white arm. A white arm extending from a white dress, elegantly curved at the elbow. It was lovely. My head felt like it weighed a ton, and as I looked up, the noise of the bar returned abruptly. And there was Kaori. Azusa was talking, but I couldn’t hear a word she was saying. A white dress, black hair down to her shoulders, two bright eyes, a small nose, thin lips glossy with lipstick.

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

Her voice, clear and light, exactly as it sounded through the projector. Suddenly I could hear again. Azusa was speaking, watching me with a smile on her face.

“This is Mr. Shintani, an old friend. He asked if I had any friends who could join us. He’s very generous.”

She continued to watch me closely.

“Thank you,” said Kaori. “I haven’t been very popular this month.”

She was talking to me. Talking to me face to face. Her voice was high and pure, just as it had been back then. Her large, dark eyes shone in the light. I realized I was staring, but couldn’t tear my eyes away. She held out her business card. On it was printed a single name in block letters — KAORI.

“Um, excuse me. Are you disappointed …?”

I had to say something.

“No,” I gasped. “Just the opposite … You’re extremely beautiful.”

“Liar.” She laughed.

Kaori was listening to me, answering me. I could hardly breathe.

“If you’re a friend of Azumi’s, you won’t look twice at me. That reminds me, the boss here is really rude.”

She grinned mischievously. That smile pierced me to the heart.

“At the job interview he told me that I wasn’t up to their usual standards, but that they needed someone like me as well. A second-stringer. Isn’t that a terrible thing to say? Being told I’m not that good-looking, but they need someone plain?”

Azusa laughed.

“Are you still going on about that, Kaori?”

“No,” I said. “You really are pretty.”

And truly, she was so beautiful it took my breath away. No matter what anyone else said, Kaori was gorgeous.

“Very pretty,” I repeated.

The waiter approached. Azusa had another customer, so she had to leave us. We had arranged this in advance. I asked the waiter not to disturb Kaori and me and he nodded pleasantly.

“Do you mind?” Kaori asked. “If it’s just me?”

“Of course not. I don’t often come to places like this, so I get nervous when I’m around lots of girls.”

She looked at me, mystified. My forgotten cigarette had almost burned itself out in the ashtray. I stubbed it out, and Kaori immediately replaced the ashtray with a clean one.