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  I liked her enough to have done a couple of favors for her when I was in the L. A. P. D. press office. Since the mayor and the chief of police hated each other, requests from the mayors office sometimes passed from Ellen to me, and I handled them. Mostly small things: delaying the release of a report until the weekend, so itd run on Saturday. Or announcing that charges in a case hadnt been brought yet, even though they had. I did it because Farley was a straight shooter, who always spoke her mind. And it looked like she was going to speak her mind now.

  "Listen, Pete," she said. "I dont know whats going on here, but the mayors been hearing some pretty strong complaints from a Mr. Ishiguro - "

  "I can imagine - "

  "And the mayor asked me to remind you that there is no excuse for officials of this city to be rude to foreign nationals. "

  Graham said loudly, "Especially when they make such large campaign contributions. "

  "Foreign nationals cant contribute to American political campaigns," Farley said. "You know that. " She lowered her voice. "This is a sensitive case, Pete. I want you to be careful. You know the Japanese have a special concern about how they are treated in America. "

  "Okay, fine. "

  She looked through the glass walls of the conference room, toward the atrium. "Is that John Connor?"

  "Yes. "

  "I thought he was retired. Whats he doing here?"

  "Helping me on the case. "

  Farley frowned. "You know the Japanese have mixed feelings about him. They have a term for it. For somebody who is a Japan lover and goes to the other extreme, and turns into a basher. "

  "Connor isnt a basher. "

  "Ishiguro felt roughly treated. "

  "Ishiguro was telling us what to do," I said. "And we have a murdered girl here, which everybody seems to be forgetting - "

  "Come on, Pete," she said, "nobodys trying to tell you how to do your job. All Im saying is you have to take into account the special - "

  She stopped.

  She was looking at the body.

  "Ellen?" I said. "Do you know her?"

  "No. " She turned away.

  "You sure?"

  I could see she was rattled.

  Graham said, "You saw her downstairs earlier?"

  "I dont - maybe. I think so. Listen, fellas, Ive got to get back. "

  "Ellen. Come on. "

  "I dont know who she is, Pete. You know Id tell you if I did. Just keep it cordial with the Japanese. Thats all the mayor wanted me to say. Ive got to go now. "

  She hurried back toward the elevators. I watched her leave, feeling uneasy.

  Graham came over and stood beside me. "Shes got a great ass," he said. "But she aint leveling, buddy, even with you. "

  I said, "What do you mean, even with me?"

  "Everybody knows you and Farley were an item. "

  "What are you talking about?"

  Graham punched me on the shoulder. "Come on. Youre divorced now. Nobody gives a shit. "

  I said, "Its not true, Tom. "

  "You can do what you want. Handsome guy like you. "

  "Im telling you, its not true. "

  "Okay, fine. " He held up his hands. "My mistake. "

  I watched Farley at the other end of the atrium, ducking under the tape. She pressed the elevator button, and waited for it to come, tapping her foot impatiently.

  I said, "You really think she knows who the girl is?"

  "Damn right she does," Graham said. "You know why the mayor likes her. She stands by his side and whispers everybodys name to him. People she hasnt seen for years. Husbands, wives, children, everyone. Farley knows who this girl is. "

  "Then why didnt she tell us?"

  "Fuck," Graham said. "Must be important to somebody. She took off like a shot, didnt she? I tell you, we better figure out who this dead girl is. Because I fucking hate being the last one in town to know. "

  Connor was across the room, waving to us.

  "What does he want now?" Graham said. "Waving like that. Whats he got in his hand?"

  "Looks like a purse," I said.

  "Cheryl Lynn Austin," Connor said, reading. "Born Midland, Texas, graduate of Texas State. Twenty-three years old. Got an apartment in Westwood, but hasnt been here long enough to change her Texas drivers license. "

  The contents of the purse were spread out on a desk. We pushed them around with pencils.

  "Whered you find this purse?" I asked. It was a small, dark, beaded clutch with a pearl clasp. A vintage forties purse. Expensive.

  "It was in the potted palm near the conference room. " Connor unzipped a tiny compartment. A tight roll of crisp hundred-dollar bills tumbled onto the table. "Very nice. Miss Austin is well taken care of. "

  I said, "No car keys?"

  "No. "

  "So she came with somebody. "

  "And evidently intended to leave with somebody, too. Taxis cant break a hundred-dollar bill. "

  There was also a gold American Express Card. Lipstick and a compact. A pack of Mild Seven Menthol cigarettes, a Japanese brand. A card for the Daimatsu Night Club in Tokyo. Four small blue pills. That was about it.

  Using his pencil, Connor upended the beaded purse. Small green flecks spilled out onto the table. "Know what that is?"

  "No," I said. Graham looked at it with a magnifying glass.

  Connor said, "Its wasabi - covered peanuts. "

  Wasabi is green horseradish served in Japanese restaurants. I had never heard of wasabi - covered peanuts.

  "I dont know if theyre sold outside Japan. "

  Graham grunted. "Ive seen enough. So what do you think now, John? Is Ishiguro going to get those witnesses you asked for?"

  "I wouldnt expect them soon," Connor said.

  "Fucking right," Graham said. "We wont see those witnesses until day after tomorrow, after their lawyers have briefed them on exactly what to say. " He stepped away from the table. "You realize why theyre delaying us. A Japanese killed this girl. Thats what were dealing with. "

  "Its possible," Connor said.

  "Hey, buddy. More than possible. Were here. This is their building. And that girl is just the type they go for. The American beauty long-stemmed rose. You know all those little guys want to fuck a volleyball player. "

  Connor shrugged. "Possibly. "

  "Come on," Graham said. "You know those guys eat shit all day long at home. Crammed into subways, working in big companies. Cant say what they think. Then they come over here, away from the constraints of home, and suddenly theyre rich and free. They can do whatever they want. And sometimes one of them goes a little crazy. Tell me Im wrong. "

  Connor looked at Graham for a long time. Finally he said, "So as you see it, Tom, a Japanese killer decided to dispatch this girl on the Nakamoto boardroom conference table?"

  "Right. "

  "As a symbolic act?"

  Graham shrugged. "Christ, who knows? Were not talking normality here. But Ill tell you one thing. Im going to get the fucker who did this, if its the last goddamned thing I do. "

  Chapter 4

  The elevator descended rapidly. Connor leaned against the glass. "There are many reasons to dislike the Japanese," he said, "but Graham knows none of them. " He sighed. "You know what they say about us?"

  "What?"

  "They say Americans are too eager to make theories. They say we dont spend enough time observing the world, and so we dont know how things actually are. "

  "Is that a Zen idea?"

  "No," he laughed. "Just an observation. Ask a computer salesman what he thinks of his American counterparts, and hell tell you that. Everyone in Japan who deals with Americans thinks it. And when you look at Graham, you realize theyre right. Graham has no real knowledge, no first-hand experience. He just has a collection of prejudices and media fantasies. He doesnt know anything about the Japanese - and it never occurs to him to find out. "

  I said, "Then you think hes wrong? The girl wasnt killed by a Japanese
?"

  "I didnt say that, k?hai," Connor replied. "Its very possible Graham is right. But at the moment - "

  The doors opened and we saw the party, heard the band playing "Moonlight Serenade. " Two party-going couples stepped into the elevator. They looked like real estate people: the men silver-haired and distinguished looking, the women pretty and slightly tacky. One woman said, "Shes smaller than I thought. "

  "Yes, tiny. And that. . . was that her boyfriend?"

  "I guess. Wasnt he the one in the video with her?"

  "I think that was him. "

  One of the men said, "You think she had her boobs done?"

  "Hasnt everybody?"

  The other woman giggled. "Except me, of course. "

  "Right, Christine. "

  "But Im thinking about it. Did you see Emily?"

  "Oh, she did hers so big. "

  "Well, Jane started it, blame her. Now everyone wants them big. "

  The men turned and looked out the window. "Hell of a building," one said. "Detailing is fantastic. Must have cost a fortune. You doing much with the Japanese now, Ron?"

  "About twenty percent," the other man said. "Thats way down from last year. Its made me work on my golf game, because they always want to play golf. "

  "Twenty percent of your business?"

  "Yeah. Theyre buying up Orange County now. "

  "Of course. They already own Los Angeles," one of the women said, laughing.

  "Well, just about. They have the Arco building over there," the man said, pointing out the window. "I guess by now they have seventy, seventy-five percent of downtown Los Angeles. "

  "And more in Hawaii. "

  "Hell, they own Hawaii - ninety percent of Honolulu, a hundred percent of the Kona coast. Putting up golf courses like mad. "

  One woman said, "Will this party be on ET tomorrow? They had enough cameras here. "

  "Lets remember to watch. "

  The elevator said, "M?sugu de gozaimasu. "

  We came to the garage floor, and the people got off. Connor watched them go, and shook his head. "In no other country in the world," he said, "would you hear people calmly discussing the fact that their cities and states were sold to foreigners. "

  "Discussing?" I said. "Theyre the ones doing the selling. "

  "Yes. Americans are eager to sell. It amazes the Japanese. They think were committing economic suicide. And of course theyre right. " As he spoke, Connor pressed a button on the elevator panel marked EMERGENCY ONLY.

  A soft pinging alarm sounded.

  "Whatd you do that for?"

  Connor looked at a video camera mounted in the corner of the ceiling and waved cheerfully. A voice on the intercom said, "Good evening, officers. Can I help you?"

  "Yes," Connor said. "Am I speaking to building security?"

  "Thats right, sir. Is something wrong with your elevator?"

  "Where are you located?"

  "Were on the lobby level, southeast corner, behind the elevators. "

  "Thank you very much," Connor said. He pushed the button for the lobby.

  Chapter 5

  The security office of the Nakamoto Tower was a small room, perhaps five meters by seven. It was dominated by three large, flat video panels, each divided into a dozen smaller monitor views. At the moment, most of these were black rectangles. But one row showed images from the lobby and the garage; another row showed the party in progress. And a third row showed the police teams up on the forty-sixth floor.

  Jerome Phillips was the guard on duty. He was a black man in his midforties. His gray Nakamoto Security uniform was soaked around the collar, and dark under the armpits. He asked us to leave the door open as we entered. He appeared noticeably uneasy to have us there. I sensed he was hiding something, but Connor approached him in a friendly way. We showed our badges and shook hands. Connor managed to convey the idea that we were all security professionals, having a little chat together. "Must be a busy night for you, Mr. Phillips. "

  "Yeah, sure. The party and everything. "

  "And crowded, in this little room. "

  He wiped sweat from his forehead. "Boy, you got that right. All of them packed in here. Jesus. "

  I said, "All of who?"

  Connor looked at me and said, "After the Japanese left the forty-sixth floor, they came down here and watched us on the monitors. Isnt that right, Mr. Phillips?"

  Phillips nodded. "Not all of em, but quite a few. Down here, smoking their damn cigarettes, staring and puffing and passing around faxes. "

  "Faxes?"

  "Oh, yeah, every few minutes, somebodyd bring in another fax. You know, in Japanese writing. Theyd all pass it around, make comments. Then one of em would leave to send a fax back. And the rest would stay to watch you guys up on the floor. "

  Connor said, "And listen, too?"

  Phillips shook his head. "No. We dont have audio feeds. "

  "Im surprised," Connor said. "This equipment seems so up-to-date. "

  "Up-to-date? Hell, its the most advanced in the world. These people, I tell you one thing. These people do it right. They have the best fire alarm and fire prevention system. The best earthquake system. And of course the best electronic security system: best cameras, detectors, everything. "

  "I can see that," Connor said. "Thats why I was surprised they dont have audio. "

  "No. No audio. They do high-resolution video only. Dont ask me why. Something to do with the cameras and how theyre hooked up, is all I know. "

  On the flat panels I saw five different views of the forty-sixth floor, as seen from different cameras. Apparently the Japanese had installed cameras all over the floor. I remembered how Connor had walked around the atrium, staring up at the ceiling. He must have spotted the cameras then.