Manhattan

Nakanishi looked like such a poor thing, Mike actually felt sorry for him, although he still believed he was not a totally innocent victim of Ichikawa. He approached the bedside, where the man lay with his eyes closed.

"Nakanishi-san? Nakanishi-san, it's Detective Cavallo."

Hideo's eyelids fluttered. His eyes opened.

"It's Detective Cavallo, Nakanishi-san. I'd like to talk to you."

"Hai."

It was a pathetic sound.