Chapter 5:
The phone rang.
It wasn’t her cell phone ringing though– it was her home phone. Reflexively, Misao glanced at the watch on her wrist; it was a bad habit of hers. It wasn’t something that came about because of her profession, but just something that had become a routine of hers before she’d even realized it.
It was almost nine. The phone display flashed a number. She recognized it right away as Mio calling from her cell phone.
“Misao-chan– I’m surprised! I thought you wouldn’t be home.”
“Where are you? Are you still at Muda’s café?”
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