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Abruptly； she began to speak again； as if unaware of the pause。 〃And to them；〃 she said； 〃their wishes； their desires； it's just as natural as leaving the tip。 It's pletely natural to them。 I mean； I don't mind a little golden shower or whatever； handcuffs； you know。 Maybe a little spanking if I like the guy。 But I won't let anybody cut me。 I don't care how much money。 None of those things with knives or swords 。 。 。 But they can be 。 。 。 A lot of them； they are so polite； so correct； but then they get turned on； they have this 。 。 。 this way 。 。 。〃 She broke off； shaking her head。 〃They're strange people。〃
Connor glanced at his watch。 〃Miss Young； you've been very helpful。 We may need to speak to you again。 Lieutenant Smith will take your phone number… 〃
〃Yes； of course。〃
I flipped open my pad。
Connor said； 〃I'm going to have a word with the doorman。〃
〃Shinichi；〃 she said。
Connor left。 I took down Julia's number。 She licked her lips as she watched me write。 Then she said； 〃You can tell me。 Did he kill her？〃
〃Who？〃
〃Eddie。 Did he kill Cherylynn？〃
She was a pretty girl but I could see the excitement in her eyes。 She was looking at me with a steady gaze。 Her eyes were shining。 It was creepy。 I said； 〃Why do you ask？〃
〃Because。 He was always threatening to。 Like this afternoon； he threatened her。〃
I said； 〃Eddie was here this afternoon？〃
〃Sure。〃 She shrugged。 〃He's here all the time。 He came to see her this afternoon； real worked up。 They put extra soundproofing to the walls in this building when they took it over。 But even so； you could hear them scream at each other in her apartment。 Him and Cherylynn。 She'd have on her Jerry Lee Lewis； the one she played day and night until you just about went crazy； and they'd be screaming and throwing things。 He'd always say； 'I'll kill you； I'll kill you； you bitch。' So。 Did he？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃But she's dead？〃 Her eyes still shining。
〃Yes。〃
〃It had to happen；〃 she said。 She seemed pletely calm。 〃We all knew it。 It was just a matter of time。 If you want； call me。 If you need more information。〃
〃Yes。 I will。〃 I gave her my card。 〃And if you think of anything else； you can call me at this number。〃
She slipped it into the hip pocket of her shorts； twisting her body。 〃I like talking to you； Peter。〃
〃Yes。 Okay。〃
I walked down the corridor。 When I got to the end I looked back。 She was standing in her doorway； waving good…bye。
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Connor was using the phone in the lobby while the doorman stared sullenly at him； as if he wanted to stop him； but couldn't think of a reason why。
〃That's right；〃 Connor was saying。 〃All the outgoing calls from that phone between eight and ten p。m。 That's right。〃 He listened for a moment。 〃Well； I don't care if your data isn't organized that way； just get it for me。 How long will it take？ Tomorrow？ Don't be ridiculous。 What do you think this is？ I need it within two hours。 I'll call you back。 Yes。 Fuck you； too。〃 He hung up。 〃Let's go； kōhai。〃
We walked outside to the car。
I said； 〃Checking your contacts？〃
〃Contacts？〃 He looked puzzled。 〃Oh。 Graham said something to you about my 'contacts。' I don't have any special informants。 He just thinks I do。〃
〃He mentioned the Arakawa case。〃
Connor sighed。 〃That old thing。〃 We walked toward the car。 〃You want to know that story？ It's simple。 Two Japanese nationals get killed。 The department puts detectives on the case who can't speak Japanese。 Finally； after a week； they give the case to me。〃
〃And what did you do？〃
〃The Arakawas were staying at the New Otani Hotel。 I got the phone records of the calls they made to Japan。 I called those numbers； and spoke to some people in Osaka。 Then I called Osaka and talked to the police there。 Again； in Japanese。 They were surprised to hear we didn't know the whole story。〃
〃I see。〃
〃Not quite；〃 Connor said。 〃Because the police department here was very embarrassed。 The press had gone out on a limb； criticizing the department。 All sorts of people had sent flowers。 There had been a big show of sympathy for what turned out to be gangsters。 A lot of people were embarrassed。 So the whole thing became my fault。 I had done something underhanded to solve the case。 Pissed me off； I can tell you。〃
〃That's why you went to Japan？〃
〃No。 That's another story。〃
We came to the car。 I looked back at the Imperial Arms； and saw Julia Young standing at the window； staring down at us。 〃She's seductive；〃 I said。
〃The Japanese call women like that shirigaru onna。 They say she has a light ass。〃 He opened the car door； and got in。 〃But she's on drugs。 We can't trust anything she told us。 Even so； there's starting to be a pattern I don't like。〃 He glanced at his watch； and shook his head。 〃Damn。 We're taking too long。 We'd better go to the Palomino； to see Mr。 Cole。〃
I started driving south； toward the airport。 Connor sat back in his seat and folded his arms across his chest。 He stared at his feet； looking unhappy。
〃Why do you say there's a pattern you don't like？〃
Connor said； 〃The wrappers in the waste basket。 The Polaroid in the trash。 Those things shouldn't have been left behind。〃
〃You said yourself； they're in a hurry。〃
〃Maybe。 But you know the Japanese think American police are inpetent。 This sloppiness is a sign of their disdain。〃
〃Well； we're not inpetent。〃
Connor shook his head。 〃pared to the Japanese； we are inpetent。 In Japan； every criminal gets caught。 For major crimes； convictions run ninety…nine percent。 So any criminal in Japan knows from the outset he is going to get caught。 But here； the conviction rate is more like seventeen percent。 Not even one in five。 So a criminal in the States knows he probably isn't going to get caught … and if he's caught； he won't be convicted； thanks to all his legal safeguards。 And you know every study of police effectiveness shows that American detectives either solve the case in the first six hours； or they never solve it at all。〃
〃So what are you saying？〃
〃I'm saying that a crime occurred here with the expectation that it won't be solved。 And I want to solve it； kōhai。〃
Connor was silent for the next ten minutes。 He sat very still； with his arms folded and his chin sunk on his chest。 His breathing was deep and regular。 I might have thought he had fallen asleep； except his eyes were open。
I just drove the car； and listened to him breathe。
Finally； he said： 〃Ishiguro。〃
〃What about him？〃
〃If we knew what made Ishiguro behave as he did； we'd understand this case。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃It's hard for an American to see him clearly；〃 Connor said。 〃Because in America； you think a certain amount of error is normal。 You expect the plane to be late。 You expect the mail to be undelivered。 You expect the washing machine to break down。 You expect things to go wrong all the time。
〃But Japan is different。 Everything works in Japan。 In a Tokyo train station； you can stand at a marked spot on the platform and when the train stops； the doors will open right in front of you。 Trains are on time。 Bags are not lost。 Connections are not missed。 Deadlines are met。 Things happen as planned。 The Japanese are educated； prepared； and m