The Devotion of Suspect X - Keigo Higashino [28]
“He’s not interested in anything but math. Not that he’s without any charms, of course. He was a nice enough guy in his own way. Listen, could you tell me his address? I’d love to drop in on him when I get a slow day.”
“You, paying a social call? Now that’s unusual.”
Kusanagi took out his notebook and gave Yukawa the address of the apartment building where Yasuko Hanaoka lived. Yukawa wrote it down, seeming pleased at the unexpected connection. He didn’t mention the murder again.
* * *
At 6:28 P.M., Yasuko Hanaoka arrived home on her bicycle. Ishigami saw her from his apartment window. The desk in front of him was covered with a mountain of paper, each sheet filled with mathematical formulas. It was his custom to do battle with his formulas every evening after his return from school. He’d gotten out early today—no judo practice—but even so, he wasn’t making much progress. In fact, he hadn’t made much progress for several days now. He just sat in his room, listening for sounds next door, wondering when the detectives would come back.
They had come again the night before—the same two who had visited Ishigami’s apartment. He remembered the name Kusanagi from reading it off the senior officer’s badge.
Yasuko had told him they’d come to check her alibi at the movie theater, as expected. They’d asked if anything memorable had happened. If she had met anyone she knew on the way in, or way out, or even during the movie. Did she have the ticket stubs, by any chance? Did she buy anything in the theater? Did she have receipts? What had the movie been about, who had been the lead actor—?
As they hadn’t asked anything about the karaoke box, he assumed they’d called on that establishment already. Of course that part of the alibi checked out. Ishigami had chosen the place because he knew it would.
Yasuko said she had shown the detectives the ticket stubs, the receipt for the program, just as Ishigami had instructed. Other than describing the plot of the movie, she’d told the police nothing. She hadn’t seen anyone, and nothing memorable or out of the ordinary had occurred. Ishigami had told her to say all of this, too.
The detectives had left, seemingly satisfied, but he didn’t think for a moment that they had given up yet. The fact that they had come back to check on the movie theater alibi meant they had enough data to make them suspicious of Yasuko. Ishigami wondered just what those data were.
He stood and picked up his jacket. Telephone card, wallet, and room key in hand, he stepped out of his the apartment.
He was just on the stairs when he heard footsteps coming up from below. He slowed his pace and lowered his eyes.
It was Yasuko. She didn’t seem to notice who he was right away. Just before they passed, her feet stopped. She had seen him. Even looking down at his feet, Ishigami could tell she wanted to say something.
Ishigami spoke first. “Good evening.”
He tried to say it like he would say it to anyone he happened to meet, his tone relaxed, his voice low. He didn’t make eye contact or slow his pace. Passing Yasuko, he continued on down the stairs in silence.
There was no telling when the police might be watching, so whenever they did meet, they had to act like neighbors and nothing more. Another of Ishigami’s own instructions. Yasuko had paused for a moment in her ascent, but then—perhaps remembering what he had told her—replied, “Good evening” in a small voice, then continued up the stairs without another word.
Reaching the park, Ishigami quickly strode over to the phone, picked up the receiver, and put in his telephone card. There was a small convenience store about thirty meters away. The owner was closing up shop for the night. Other than that, no one else was around.
“Yes, it’s me,” Yasuko said, picking up the phone immediately. She sounded like she knew the call was coming from Ishigami. Somehow, that made him happy.
“Anything unusual to report?”
“Um, yes. That detective came to the