Yuki Kazehara

By the time Shinji Arai noticed the envelope, he had already mopped the booking hall twice and locked three doors that no one was likely to open again that even…

By the time Rieko Suda burned her fingers on the brass button, she had already decided the evening was badly organised. The washing machine at the end of the ro…

The umbrella had no owner. That was the first thing Kenji Matsuda noticed when he knelt to collect it from the waiting area at Namba Station. Rainwater pooled i…

The ink was still wet. Satomi touched it, almost without thinking, then regretted the smudge blossoming on her fingertip. Beside the scroll, the renowned callig…

The clocks had stopped, of course. That was how she found him. Ms. Ishikawa, whose floral arrangements graced the lobby of the Seishin Municipal Police Station …