Kim's apartment in Azabu was in a luxurious building called a "manshun". It was large, light and airy, with a view of a small park. Its pretty, pastel chintzes and antique pine and oak furniture surprised Logan, who had expected something in the post modern style of the Memphis office.

Kim caught his reaction.

"It's my antidote for when I get homesick. Kitchen, bathroom.

Kim gestured vaguwly.

"Make yourself comfortable. The phone's over there. I'll take the cellular. Here's the number."

She scribbled on a piece of paper while Logan gave her his room key.

"I'll call when I'm on my way back."