brought him in with the bodies of his wife and daughter, he's been catatonic."
"Poor guy." He could think of nothing else to say. The facts spoke volumes about the violence of the psychological shock Asakawa had received in losing both wife and child in a single moment. He must have loved them deeply.
Ando grabbed the faxes out of Miyashita's grip, licked his fingertips, and began paging through the flimsy sheets again. He wanted to know which hospital the man was in. He was curious about the symptoms, and he thought that if Asakawa was in a hospital where Ando knew somebody, specifics could be obtained.
The first thing that leapt into sight was the name.
Kazuyuki Asakawa.
"What's this?" Ando let out a stupid-sounding yell, so surprised he was. "Kazuyuki Asakawa" was the same name he'd inscribed in his planner the other day. The man who'd gone to Ryuji's apartment the night after his death and peppered Mai with questions about some videotape.
"You know him?" Miyashita yawned.
"No, but Ryuji did."
"Really?"
"The driver, this Asakawa guy, was a friend of Ryuji's."
"How do you know?"
Ando gave a brief explanation of what Mai had told him about Asakawa's visit. "This doesn't look good."
There was no need for Ando to specify what didn't look good. Including Ryuji, seven people had died of the same thing. Four on September 5th, one on October 19th, and two on October 21st. The pair at Mt Okusu had died simultaneously, as had the mother and daughter whose car had been in the accident near the Oi exit. The surviving member of that family had been a friend of Ryuji's. All these people, who seemed to be connected in one way or another, had died from some new-found sarcoma that blocked off the coronary artery. Naturally, the first thought to occur to Ando was that he might be dealing with a contagious disease. Judging from how limited the circle of victims was so far, it probably wasn't airborne. Perhaps, like AIDS, this new epidemic was relatively difficult to contract despite its deadliness.
He considered Mai. He had to assume she'd had physical contact with Ryuji. How he was going to explain this development to her weighed heavily on his mind. All he could tell her, basically, was that she was in danger. Would it even do any good to warn her, if it turned out that was all he could do?
I'd better go to Shuwa U.
The files he held in his hand simply didn't contain enough information. He couldn't do any better than to speak directly with the doctor who'd conducted the autopsies on Asakawa's wife and daughter. He asked Miyashita if he could use the phone, and picked up the receiver to call Shuwa University.
7
On the Monday after the three-day weekend, Ando paid a visit to Shuwa University Medical School, located in Ota Ward. When he'd called from Miyashita's lab he'd pressed for an immediate appointment, but the party on the other end hadn't been impressed, calmly saying he could make time on Monday, if that would do. Ando had to acquiesce. This wasn't a murder investigation or anything of that sort. His curiosity had been piqued, that was all.
Ando knocked on the door of the Forensic Medicine Department and waited. He heard nothing from beyond the door. He looked at his watch and realized that there were still ten minutes to his one o'clock appointment. Forensic medicine usually had a smaller staff than surgery or internal medicine. The three or four people in it here had probably all gone out to lunch.
While he stood wondering what to do, from behind him a voice called out, "May I help you?" Perfect timing.
He turned around to see a short young man who wore rimless glasses. Ando thought he looked too young to be a lecturer here, but on the other hand, he thought he recognized the slightly shrill voice. Ando offered the young man his card, introducing himself and stating his business. The young man said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance," and handed over his card. Just as Ando thought, it was the man he'd
"Poor guy." He could think of nothing else to say. The facts spoke volumes about the violence of the psychological shock Asakawa had received in losing both wife and child in a single moment. He must have loved them deeply.
Ando grabbed the faxes out of Miyashita's grip, licked his fingertips, and began paging through the flimsy sheets again. He wanted to know which hospital the man was in. He was curious about the symptoms, and he thought that if Asakawa was in a hospital where Ando knew somebody, specifics could be obtained.
The first thing that leapt into sight was the name.
Kazuyuki Asakawa.
"What's this?" Ando let out a stupid-sounding yell, so surprised he was. "Kazuyuki Asakawa" was the same name he'd inscribed in his planner the other day. The man who'd gone to Ryuji's apartment the night after his death and peppered Mai with questions about some videotape.
"You know him?" Miyashita yawned.
"No, but Ryuji did."
"Really?"
"The driver, this Asakawa guy, was a friend of Ryuji's."
"How do you know?"
Ando gave a brief explanation of what Mai had told him about Asakawa's visit. "This doesn't look good."
There was no need for Ando to specify what didn't look good. Including Ryuji, seven people had died of the same thing. Four on September 5th, one on October 19th, and two on October 21st. The pair at Mt Okusu had died simultaneously, as had the mother and daughter whose car had been in the accident near the Oi exit. The surviving member of that family had been a friend of Ryuji's. All these people, who seemed to be connected in one way or another, had died from some new-found sarcoma that blocked off the coronary artery. Naturally, the first thought to occur to Ando was that he might be dealing with a contagious disease. Judging from how limited the circle of victims was so far, it probably wasn't airborne. Perhaps, like AIDS, this new epidemic was relatively difficult to contract despite its deadliness.
He considered Mai. He had to assume she'd had physical contact with Ryuji. How he was going to explain this development to her weighed heavily on his mind. All he could tell her, basically, was that she was in danger. Would it even do any good to warn her, if it turned out that was all he could do?
I'd better go to Shuwa U.
The files he held in his hand simply didn't contain enough information. He couldn't do any better than to speak directly with the doctor who'd conducted the autopsies on Asakawa's wife and daughter. He asked Miyashita if he could use the phone, and picked up the receiver to call Shuwa University.
7
On the Monday after the three-day weekend, Ando paid a visit to Shuwa University Medical School, located in Ota Ward. When he'd called from Miyashita's lab he'd pressed for an immediate appointment, but the party on the other end hadn't been impressed, calmly saying he could make time on Monday, if that would do. Ando had to acquiesce. This wasn't a murder investigation or anything of that sort. His curiosity had been piqued, that was all.
Ando knocked on the door of the Forensic Medicine Department and waited. He heard nothing from beyond the door. He looked at his watch and realized that there were still ten minutes to his one o'clock appointment. Forensic medicine usually had a smaller staff than surgery or internal medicine. The three or four people in it here had probably all gone out to lunch.
While he stood wondering what to do, from behind him a voice called out, "May I help you?" Perfect timing.
He turned around to see a short young man who wore rimless glasses. Ando thought he looked too young to be a lecturer here, but on the other hand, he thought he recognized the slightly shrill voice. Ando offered the young man his card, introducing himself and stating his business. The young man said, "Pleased to make your acquaintance," and handed over his card. Just as Ando thought, it was the man he'd
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