Page 14
"Eddie. "
"I swear to you, Captain. "
"Eddie. How are you involved in this?"
"Me? Shit. Not me, Captain. I know the girl, sure. I see her sometimes. I fuck her, sure. What the hell. Shes little weird, but shes fun. A fun girl. Great pussy. Thats it, man. Thats all of it. " He looked around, lit another cigarette, "Thiss a nice cactus garden, huh? Xeriscape, they call it. Its the latest thing. Los Angeles goes back to desert life. Its hayatterunosa: very fashionable. "
"Eddie. "
"Come on, Captain. Give me break here. We know each other long time. "
"Sure, Eddie. But I have some problems. What about the security tapes?"
Eddie looked blank, innocent. "Security tapes?"
"A man with a scar on his hand and a tie with triangles on it came into the Nakamoto security office and took the security videotapes. "
"Fuck. What security office? Whatre you doing, Captain?"
"Eddie. "
"Who said that to you? Thats not true, man. Take the security tapes? I never did thing like that. Whatre you, crazy?" He twisted his tie, looked at the label. "This is Polo tie, Captain. Ralph Lauren. Polo. Lot of these ties, bet you. "
"Eddie. What about the Imperial Arms?"
"What about it?"
"You go there tonight?"
"No. "
"You clean up Cheryls room?"
"What?" Eddie appeared shocked. "What? No. Clean up her room? Where you getting all this shit, Captain?"
"The girl across the hall. . . Julia Young," Connor said. "She told us she saw you tonight, with another man. In Cheryls room at the Imperial Arms. "
Eddie threw his arms in the air. "Jesus. Captain. You listen. That girl wouldnt know, she saw me last night or last month, man. That girl is a fucking hophead. You look between her toes you find the marks. You look under her tongue. Look on her pussylips. You find em. Thats a dream girl, man. She doesnt know when things happen. Man. You come here, give me this. I dont like this. " Eddie tossed his cigarette away, and immediately lit another. "I dont like this one bit. You dont see whats going on?"
"No," Connor said. "Tell me, Eddie. Whats going on?"
"This shits not true, man. None of this true. " He puffed rapidly. "You know what this is about? Its not about some fucking girl, man. Its about Saturday meetings. The Doyou kai, Connor-san. The secret meetings. Thats what its about. "
Connor snapped, "Sonna bakana. "
"No bakana, Connor-san. Not bullshit. "
"What does a girl from Texas know about Doyou kai?"
"She knows something. Hont? nanda. And she likes to cause trouble, this girl. She likes to make turmoil. "
"Eddie, I think maybe you better come in with us. "
"Fine. Perfect. You do their job for them. For the kuromaku. " He spun to Connor. "Shit, Captain. Come on. You know how it works. This girl killed at Nakamoto. You know my family, my father, is Daimatsu. Now in Osaka they will read that a girl is killed at Nakamoto and I am arrested in connection. His son. "
"Detained. "
"Detained. Whatever. You know what that will mean. Taihennakoto ni naru zo. My father resign, his company must make apologies to Nakamoto. Perhaps reparations. Give some advantage in business. It is powerful ?sawagi ni naruzo. You will do this, if you take me into your custody. " He flicked his cigarette away. "Hey. You think I did this murder, you arrest me. Fine. But you are just covering your ass, you maybe do a lot of damage to me. Captain: you know this. "
Connor said nothing for a long time. There was a long silence. They walked around the garden, in circles.
Finally, Eddie said, "Na,Connor-san. Tanomuyo. . . " His voice sounded pleading. It seemed like he was asking for a break.
Connor sighed. "You got your passport, Eddie?"
"Yeah, sure. Always. "
"Lets have it. "
"Yeah, sure. Okay, Captain. Here goes. "
Connor glanced at it, handed it to me. I slipped it in my pocket.
"Okay, Eddie. But this better not be murina koto. Or youll be declared persona non grata, Eddie. And I will personally put you on the next plane for Osaka. Wakattaka?"
"Captain, you protect the honor of my family. On ni kiru yo. " And he bowed formally, both hands at his sides.
Connor bowed back.
I just stared. I couldnt believe what I was seeing. Connor was going to let him go. I thought he was crazy to allow it. I handed Eddie my business card and gave my usual speech about how he could call me later if he thought of anything. Eddie shrugged and slipped the card into his shirt pocket, as he lit another cigarette. I didnt count: he was dealing with Connor.
Eddie started back toward the house, paused. "I have this redhead here, very interesting," he said. "When I leave the party, I go to my house in the hills. You need me, I will be there. Good night, Captain. Good night, Lieutenant. "
"Good night, Eddie. "
We went back down the steps.
"I hope you know what you are doing," I said.
"So do I," Connor said.
"Cause he seems guilty as hell to me. "
"Maybe. "
"If you ask me, itd be better to take him in. Safer. "
"Maybe. "
"Want to go back and get him?"
"No. " He shook his head. "My dai rokkan says no. "
I knew that word: it meant sixth sense. The Japanese were big on intuition. I said, "Yeah, well, I hope youre right. "
We continued down the steps in the darkness.
"Anyway," Connor said. "I owe him. "
"For what?"
"There was a time, a few years ago, when I needed some information. You remember the fugu poisoning business? No? Well anyway, no one in the community would tell me. They stonewalled me. And I needed to know. It was. . . it was important. Eddie told me. He was scared to do it, because he didnt want anyone to know. But he did it. I probably owe my life to him. "
We came to the bottom of the stairs.
"And did he remind you of that?"
"He would never remind me. It is my job to remember. "
I said, "Thats fine, Captain. All that obligation stuff is fine and noble. And Im all for interracial harmony. But meanwhile, its possible that he killed her, stole the tapes, and cleaned up the apartment. Eddie Sakamura looks like a blown-out speedball to me. He acts like a suspect. And were just walking away. Letting him go. "
"Right. "
We kept walking. I thought it over and got more worried. I said, "You know, officially this is my investigation. "
"Officially, its Grahams investigation. "
"Yeah, okay. But were going to look stupid if it turns out he did it. "
Connor sighed, as if he was losing patience. "Okay. Lets go over it the way you think it might have happened. Eddie kills the girl, right?"
"Right. "
"He can see her any time but he decides to fuck her on the boardroom table, and he kills her. Then he goes down to the lobby, and pretends to be a Nakamoto executive - even though the last thing Eddie Sakamura looks like is an executive. But lets say he passes himself off. He manages to dismiss the guard. He takes the tapes. He walks out just as Phillips comes in. Then he goes to Cheryls apartment to clean that up, but somehow he adds a picture of himself, stuck in Cheryls mirror. Next he stops by the Bora Bora and tells everybody hes going to a party in Hollywood. Where we find him, in a room without furniture, calmly chatting up a redhead. Is that how the evening lays out to you?"
I said nothing. It didnt make much sense, when he put it that way. On the other hand. . .
"I just hope he didnt do it. "
"So do I. "
We came down to the street level. The valet ran to get our car.
"You know," I said, "the blunt way he talks about things, like putting the bag over her head, its creepy. "
"Oh, that doesnt mean anything," Connor said. "Remember, Japan has never accepted Freud or Christianity. Theyve never been guilty or embarra
ssed about sex. No problem with homosexuality, no problem with kinky sex. Just matter-of-fact. Some people like it a certain way, so some people do it that way, what the hell. The Japanese cant understand why we get so worked up about a straightforward bodily function. They think were a little screwed up on the subject of sex. And they have a point. " Connor glanced at his watch.
A security car pulled up. The uniformed guard leaned out. "Hey, is there a problem at the party up there?"
"Like what?"
"Couple of guys get in a fight? Some kind of fight? We had a report phoned in. "
"I dont know," Connor said. "Maybe you better go up and check. "
The guard climbed out of his car, hefted a big gut, and started up the stairs. Connor looked back at the high walls. "You know we have more private security than police, now? Everyones building walls and hiring guards. But in Japan, you can walk into a park at midnight and sit on a bench and nothing will happen to you. Youre completely safe, day or night. You can go anywhere. You wont be robbed or beaten or killed. Youre not always looking behind you, not always worrying. You dont need walls or bodyguards. Your safety is the safety of the whole society. Youre free. Its a wonderful feeling. Here, everybody has to lock themselves up. Lock the door. Lock the car. People who spend their whole lives locked up are in prison. Its crazy. It kills the spirit. But its been so long now that Americans have forgotten what its like to really feel safe. Anyway. Heres our car. Lets get down to the division. "
We had started driving down the street when the DHD operator called. "Lieutenant Smith," she said, "we have a request for Special Services. "
"Im pretty busy," I said. "Can the backup take it?"
"Lieutenant Smith, we have patrol officers requesting Special Services for a vee dig in area nineteen. "
She was telling me there was a problem with a visiting dignitary. "I understand," I said, "but Ive already rolled out on a case. Give it to the backup. "
"But this is on Sunset Plaza Drive," she said. "Arent you located - "
"Yes," I said. Now I understood why she was insistent. The call was only a few blocks away. "Okay," I said. "Whats the problem?"
"Its a vee dig DUI. Reported in as G-level plus one. Last name is Rowe. "
"Okay," I said. "Were going. " I hung up the phone, and turned the car around.
"Interesting," Connor said. "G-level plus one is American government?"
"Yes," I said.
"Its Senator Rowe?"
"Sounds like it," I said. "Driving under the influence. "
Chapter 16
The black Lincoln sedan had come to a stop on the lawn of a house along the steep part of Sunset Plaza Drive. Two black and whites were pulled up at the curb, red lights flashing. Up on the lawn, a half-dozen people were standing beside the Lincoln. A man in his bathrobe, arms folded across his chest. A couple of girls in short glittery sequin dresses, a very handsome blond man about forty in a tuxedo, and a younger man in a blue suit, whom I recognized as the young man who had gotten on the elevator with Senator Rowe earlier.
The patrolmen had the video camera out, shining the bright light on Senator Rowe. He was propping himself up against the front fender of the Lincoln, holding his arm up to cover his face against the light. He was swearing loudly as Connor and I walked up.
The man in the bathrobe came toward us and said, "I want to know whos going to pay for this. "
"Just a minute, sir. " I kept walking.
"He cant just ruin my lawn like this. It has to be paid for. "
"Just give me a minute, sir. "
"Scared the hell out of my wife, too, and she has cancer. "
I said, "Sir, please give me a minute, and then Ill talk to you.
"Cancer of the ear," he said emphatically. "The ear. "
"Yes, sir. All right, sir. " I continued toward the Lincoln, and the bright light.
As I passed the aide, he fell into step beside me and said, "I can explain everything, Detective. " He was about thirty, with the bland good looks of a congressional staffer. "Im sure I can resolve everything. "
"Just a minute," I said. "Let me talk to the senator. "
"The senators not feeling well," the aide said. "Hes very tired. " He stepped in front of me. I just walked around him. He hurried to catch up. "Its jet lag, thats the problem. The senator has jet lag. "
"I have to talk to him," I said, stepping into the bright light. Rowe was still holding up his arm. I said, "Senator Rowe?"
"Turn that fucking thing off, for fucks sake," Rowe said. He was heavily intoxicated; his speech so slurred it was difficult to understand him.
"Senator Rowe," I said, "Im afraid Ill have to ask you to - "
"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. "
"Senator Rowe," I said.
"Turn that fucking camera off. "
I looked back to the patrolman and signaled to him. He reluctantly turned the camera off. The light went out.
"Jesus Christ," Rowe said, finally dropping his arm. He looked at me with bleary eyes. "What the fuck is going on here. "
I introduced myself.
"Then why dont you do something about this fucking zoo," Rowe said. "Im just driving to my fucking hotel. "
"I understand that, Senator. "
"Dont know. . . " He waved his hand, a sloppy gesture. "What the fucking problem is around here. "
"Senator, you were driving this car?"
"Fuck. Driving. " He turned away. "Jerry? Explain it to them. Christs sake. "
The aide came up immediately. "Im sorry about all this," he said smoothly. "The senator isnt feeling at all well. We just came back from Tokyo yesterday evening. Jet lag. Hes not himself. Hes tired. "