Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation room, the fluorescent lights buzzing with a low, irritating hum that mirrored the vibration in his chest. Across the table sat the man who had been arrested in his place—a soft-featured accountant named Sato who looked like he had never even raised his voice, let alone a blade.
Kuroiwa reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, encrypted drive, sliding it across the table. When the detectives came back in, they wouldn't find a confession. They would find a roadmap to a completely different crime—a high-level embezzlement scheme Kuroiwa had stumbled upon months ago. It was enough to keep the precinct busy for years and far more interesting to the press than a "mistaken" murder. [Kuroiwa_Menou]_Machigaerareta_Otoko_The_Mistak...
You’re him, aren’t you? Sato whispered, his voice trembling as he looked at Kuroiwa. The real one. Kuroiwa Menou paced the length of the interrogation