Fuminori Nakamura - The Thief

The man looked at Ishikawa and curled his lip. Ishikawa nodded briefly.

“Of course the mistress is a real looker, but don’t get any ideas. I guess you’re not starved for women. If you’re horny, with five million yen you can screw as many women as you like. Yeah, we’re paying you five million. Any objections?”

It was the second time I’d heard that, but I shook my head anyway.

“The gangsters around there are all morons. Can’t use them. If they see a woman they can’t control themselves. They’d leave semen and saliva, and if they just killed her she’d put up a fight and there’d be skin under her fingernails.”

The three men laughed a little, as if in response.

“They’d get stupid ideas about the money as well. But I don’t think I have to worry about you. You’re not dumb, and I heard from Tanabe that Nishimura never gave them any trouble about the split.”

I did my best to keep a poker face but couldn’t prevent a flood of sweat. That was my real name. I’d never told it to Tanabe or Ishikawa or anyone. I tried to look at Ishikawa but couldn’t catch his eye.

The man turned to Tachibana.

“You I don’t know, but I guess you’ll do. You’re ambitious. I can see it in your face. An ambitious lad isn’t going to risk his life for that sort of money. Anyway, here’s the plan. The woman’s bedroom is here. According to our listening devices, the old man calls the woman to his bed but never goes to hers. So as soon as you get inside the house you three go to this room and tie her up. If she’s not there, go straight to the old man’s room and do it there. You don’t have to deal with the old man. Just concentrate on taking care of the woman. Whatever happens, don’t let her scream. Easy.”

The man was sighing more frequently, as if he was getting sick of talking. The tall man tried to take over but he held up a hand to stop him. As he did so I could see the mark on his neck more clearly.

“In fact, this scheme is really interesting. I wish I could join you. In his safe the old man’s got eighty million yen he’s been avoiding taxes on. Apart from that, there are some papers in there that we need. The others will threaten them and make him open the safe. You don’t have to do that, and if you can it’s probably best not to look. But that might be impossible. Most guys can’t help looking at money, just like they can’t help looking at a beautiful woman. You’ll use Japanese swords to scare him. Guns don’t look realistic, and for scaring someone in a hurry cold steel is best. We’ll give you the rope to tie her up afterwards. It’s the same type as a gang of Chinese burglars used a month ago. You’ll be wearing clothes and gloves and socks that are only sold in China. One of them was actually worn by a Chinaman in that gang. These guys will cunningly snag that piece of clothing on a door so they leave some fibers in the room. You’ll have special full-face helmets so you don’t drop any eyelashes. We’ve got two kinds of shoes — one set with the soles sanded off, and some with the same sole pattern as the ones the Chinese gang were wearing. That whole gang has already been taken out by some guys in Shinjuku. Even their bones are gone. If the old man self-destructs and decides to report the tax evasion and documents to the police, they’ll still have to go to a lot of trouble just to get as far as that Chinese gang. And since they’re already dead, the investigation will hit a dead-end. We’re going to make them think that the crime was committed by people who no longer exist. That’s one condition for a perfect crime.

“There won’t be any killing, so you can relax. If you kill someone the cops take it really seriously. They put a lot more people on the case. There’s no need for us to do anything dumb like that. It’s better to leave the old man and the woman alive, use them to provide misleading information to the police. And most important of all, he doesn’t know that what we’re really after is that packet of documents.”

He took a deep breath.

“There’s not one thing that can give us away. The job’s going to go off perfectly, so you could say that it’s already been determined that in a few hours time he’s going to lose his papers and his money. Even if you guys mess up and leave some evidence behind, there’s nothing linking you to us. As of today this office will cease to exist and anything connecting it to us has already disappeared. If you’re arrested and talk, all you can tell them is that you were working with a bunch of mysterious strangers. In fact, that’s the truth. Still, if you do decide to help the cops with their inquiries, unfortunately for you armed robbery will only keep you in prison for so long. You can’t be protected by walls forever. What’s more, we’ve got friends on the inside as well. Even if you manage to defend yourselves against them and get out safely, you’ll die as soon as you do. Not kidnapped and murdered by some shady characters. You won’t die like that. Stabbed without warning by a woman in a crowd, shot from long range, knifed by someone who just happens to be riding the same elevator as you. That sort of death.

“In other words, what you guys have to do is not make any mistakes. Don’t get caught. Then accept the money with thanks and be quietly grateful to me. That’s all.”

His mouth relaxed and he lit a cigarette. A hush fell in the empty office; the clicking sound of the tall man unscrewing the top of his water bottle seemed very loud. Watching him smoking, I wondered why I’d never smoked in this room. Flattop’s face looked puffier than it had before. Tachibana took a small breath, opened his mouth as if he was about to protest. Ishikawa remained silent.

“Um, I’ve got a few questions, just to make sure,” Tachibana said. “First, whether the vehicle we’ll use is safe. How we’ll open the lock on such a big house. Then, when we’ll get our cut.”

The man cleared his throat and stubbed out his cigarette with a bored expression. He waved his hand and the tall man answered.

“The car is a van, stolen, and we got an expert to change the VIN. Even if we do get stopped at a checkpoint, my forged driver’s license matches the car’s registration papers. And if they write down the number on the plate, officially the car doesn’t exist so there’s nothing leading to me. More important, we know exactly where all the traffic checkpoints are today, and the location of the speed cameras. What else was there?”

“The lock. No, when’s the split?”

“We’ll give you your share in the car after it’s all finished. That’s safer for you than setting up a meeting later. We’ve already got a copy of the key. It’s a really tricky door, and we can’t afford to make a lot of noise opening it at night.”

The man stood up and the other three got up to see him off. I wanted to ask why they couldn’t do the job on their own, why they were bothering to use us, but I couldn’t.

“Got it?” asked the man, but it was clear from his voice that he’d lost interest. “Remember, not all crimes are the same. A robbery with no plan is the height of stupidity. The profit is small, the risk is great. That’s what these guys were like, but I taught them my system properly. If you understand the cops’ methods and apply them in reverse, obviously you come up with an M.O. where you won’t get caught. The important thing is the plan. Instead of sneaking around on worthless jobs, use your heads. Of course you’ll go to the old man’s house now, because those are my orders. Pay close attention to everything that happens during the robbery and enjoy it. You’re going to get a taste of something that most people will never experience in their whole lives.”