Kuroiwa didn't answer. He leaned against the cold gray wall, watching the detectives through the one-way glass. He could walk out. His alibi was ironclad because he had spent the night of the crime erasing every trace of his existence. But looking at Sato—at the man’s cheap wedding ring and the way he clutched a crumpled handkerchief—Kuroiwa felt a rare, jagged spark of irritation.
I’m nobody, Kuroiwa finally said, his voice like sliding gravel. But you? You’re a ghost now. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...
If the police closed the case with Sato, the real trail would go cold, but Kuroiwa’s professional pride felt insulted by the sloppy work. Kuroiwa didn't answer