Shinjuku, Okubo.
Morimoto Chiyoda had the task force's files neatly organized on the small table, already submitted to the former Police Director. Yet, with the inspection from the new Police Director imminent, she had to reorganize them. The formalities had to be observed; that was the point of inspections from above.
"What troublesome bureaucracy," Morimoto Chiyoda muttered.
"Morimoto, don't complain. The Police Director is coming; line up quickly," Okayama Buji reminded her.
Morimoto Chiyoda shrugged and returned to the line. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder was meant to project an image of the task force's unity. Her gaze was fixed on the door.
The hour hand of the clock hanging in the living room ticked steadily, and when the time came, it emitted a CUCKOO CUCKOO to announce the hour.
The door handle turned, and a wave of casual conversation flowed in from outside. Morimoto Chiyoda first noticed Emily, and then her attention was drawn to Ponte.
