Kagami
The van pulled out. Kagami was already walking the other direction.
Babysitting duty. Segawa's idea of a joke.
"Where are they going?"
The little brat was at his elbow before the van cleared the gate.
He almost forgot she was there.
"Work."
"What kind of work?"
"The killing kind."
She didn't flinch. Just nodded, like that was a reasonable answer. Then:
"Who's Nami?"
His hand stopped halfway to his keys.
"Do not say that name."
"Nami Nami Nami Nami Nami—"
"Brat." The word came out harder than he meant. "Shut it."
She shut it. For three seconds.
"You got really mad."
He didn't answer. Walked toward the second van. She followed, half-jogging to keep pace.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
"No."
"Your wife?"
"No."
"Your—"
"Get in the van."
She got in. Buckled herself without being told. Looked at him with those brown eyes that didn't match the white hair.
The engine started. He pulled out of the garage.
