"Do you know where Hussain-san is?"

"I thought he was with you."

Logan glanced at his watch. Ten fifteen. That meant Hussain was forty-five minutes late for a nine thirty appointment, which was a serious breach of Japanese etiquette. It was equally uncharacteristic of Hussain who, for all his other faults, was always prompt.

"No, he has not come."

"Domo sumimasen, I'm sorry. He left more than one hour ago. I don't know why he would be so late."

Logan tried to imagine where Hasan could be. While the man had been upset, even frightened, by the articles in the papers, certainly he wasn't panicked to the point of flight.