Here are a few more scenes from the detective novel I'm writing:
(previous posts can take you back to the beginning. It's worth it!)
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Watching
Sato interrogate the two black GIs, Endo was sure they were lying to save their
own necks and would incriminate this Jones person who killed Kimi Yamada. Rejected
by a beautiful Japanese woman and the little waitress repeating the “No,
Charlie, no!” And then the GI fled the scene without talking to his comrades or
taking them with him? It was good enough for him, and he looked forward to
getting this GI Jones in a room and getting a confession out of him.
Still,
he wanted to know what Sato was thinking. He asked him, “You think he did it?”
“I
don’t know,” Sato said. “But it means contacting the Americans. That means the
press, headquarters, all kinds of interference. Such a nuisance. But it must be
done.”
Endo
wondered why it made Sato look so unhappy.
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As
Nakamura made his way out of the club a tearful, enraged Hayashi cornered him just
before he reached the exit, grabbed him and spun him around, her hands like
talons reaching out to claw the man’s face.
“You
lied about Jun Fujimori, you ass!” she hissed, furious at feeling she was part
of an elaborate lie. She knew the club’s owner hated that Kimi Yamada was
involved with a black American GI. She knew he was the son of a yakuza boss, a
thug, a skirt chaser, and a man who could not control his temper. But criminal
or not, she did not want any part of misleading the police. Hayashi’s fury
propelled her words: “You knew he saw
Kimi with the GI. And you know he
sent a note to the bar. Why didn’t you tell that detective?”
“Are
you kidding?” he whispered, watching Sato talking to the GIs in the other room.
Ashen, desperate for the opium he craved, Nakamura hissed, “You want to get
killed? I don’t. When he saw her with that black foreigner he was ready to go
crazy. It was all I could do to keep him from doing something stupid, the ass.
I know he owns the place, but he’s dangerous when he’s angry and he wanted Kimi
for himself.”
Hayashi
didn’t care what excuses Nakamura came up with. “That cop is going to find out
that a gangster’s kid owns this place and then he’ll back asking all kinds of questions,”
she warned Nakamura. “And I’m going to tell him.”
“You
say anything,” the manager said, transforming into something truly reptilian
and menacing, “and you will be dead. I don’t want anyone tracing this back to
us. Or we’ll both be dead.”
Hayashi
knew Nakamura was right. She slumped onto a chair and moaned, “I don’t want Kimi’s
death on my conscience.”
“You
don’t even know how she died,” Nakamura said. “That GI could have done it.”
Wiping
her tears away, she looked at Nakamura. “That GI loved Kimi.
“You
don’t know anything.”
“I
know more than you think I do. And if you don’t tell that officer about him…”
“Don’t
say a word,” Nakamura said, evil in very word, “or you’ll be next.”
Hayashi
felt too drained to move. Nakamura’ menacing scorn filled her mind. She knew
the creepy little man was right. Mentioning the club owner’s name could be
fatal. And she liked her life, small as it was.
Poor
Kimi.
Hayashi
knew she would never be able to get that girl out of her mind.
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