Minamoto Tamako was wearing a blue uniform, and with bread in her mouth, she jogged all the way to the police station, treating it like a morning exercise.
For some reason, as soon as she sat at her workstation, she felt drained, yawning incessantly, possibly because she had stayed up late taking notes last night.
Taking advantage of the fact that other colleagues hadn't arrived at the office yet, Minamoto Tamako secretly turned on the big computer, using her two fingers to tap the keyboard, searching online for information related to Tokyo elementary schools.
This morning, when she woke up, Taira Sakurako told her she planned to attend elementary school — but Sakurako didn't want to go to a special school, because Yukimura's sister probably wouldn't be at a special school.
Minamoto Tamako sent short messages to consult, but everyone else hadn't raised children, so they couldn't offer professional advice.
