One Thousand Mornings: Chapter 2: Rebirth
Saori, Kawamura and Lee exited the room one after the other. “Did that question have any point to it?” Kawamura unwaveringly asked. “Am I supposed to tell you how to do your job?” Saori quickly returned. Sinking his hand deep into his pockets, Kawamura collected his thinking and tried to keep his response as professional as possible. “That’s not answering my question. . . I want to know what the point was. If there was no connection, then why’d you ask the question?”
“To find one,” Saori rejoined. “We need to dig deeper. Deeper into who she is. Deeper into the secrets surrounding her family. Her father was known to shake hands and share tables with people who were tied to all kinds of criminal activity… Ever heard of a man named Yoshi Kanzaki?
“Quantum Ten’s own Vice President; jumped from his hotel window on the fifth floor after authorities burst through his door ready to arrest him on suspicion of funding terrorism. Terrorism that led to attacks across Europe! You mean to tell me that you’re not, even at the very least, questioning if whether or not those corporate thugs at Quantum Ten had a debt with one of those guys; and that maybe they’re looking to make good on that ‘I owe you’?”
Kawamura looked down at his feet with his hands deep in his pockets. “Questioning it is one thing,” he purported, “but you still need real evidence if you want to start throwing around accusations. You can’t just bend the truth to fit your own narrative. Mr. Kanzaki was involved in a weapons sale to a private contractor that regularly did work for governments all over the world. Including providing training for Japan’s own Special Assault Team. It just so happened that those contractors then sold those weapons to people who went on a rampage throughout Europe. But yea, he clearly had something worth hiding if he believed that jumping from a window was his best option. Nonetheless, that doesn’t mean that every person that had their eggs placed into Quantum Ten’s basket is immediately a sponsor of organized crime.”
“No, it doesn’t. But her father sure as hell was, and he ended up with a bullet through his head. By his own son. So, keep avoiding the real questions and soon enough she’ll end up the exact same way. Whatever those men were after last night, I’m willing to bet that she knows what ‘it’ is; and we need to get to it before they do.”
Wrapping his fingers around the back of his neck, Kawamura tiringly asked, “So why take the child?”
Inputting his own thought for once into the back-and-forth conversation, Lee specified, “Leverage, maybe?”
With Lee’s statement crafting a breath of space between Kawamura and Saori’s contesting conjecture, Saori quietly began walking off down the hall. “Where are you going?” asked Kawamura, to which Saori simply returned, “Coffee is in the kitchen, right? If I’m not mistaken, I believe that’s this way.” Before bending the corner at the end of the hallway, Saori added to her statement, “I’m not here to investigate a kidnapping, detective. That’s your job.”
As Saori disappeared behind the wall, Kawamura called out to her one last time. “I’m still in charge of this case!”
Lee relaxed his posture as Kawamura dug his hands into his pockets. He watched as Kawamura gazed off down the hall like a watchdog still incensed by the stench of Interpol lingering within the corridor.
“Go with her, I’ll let you know what our next move is.”
“Babysitting is not really my thing, you know?”
“Yea, well. . . It’s all about entertainment. Just keep her occupied.”
Kawamura swiftly vanished into his office, leaving a disappointed Lee to reluctantly follow behind Agent Saori without two cents to toss on the decision. A fact that was unfortunately becoming increasingly common between the two detectives.