One last chance

The research comes in an end?

Days passed by almost quickly for the young investigator since the day he met with his lover and chief editor of Shounen manga department Kirishima Zen in a bar which he had been in order to make up his mind for some facts, but also rest after two consecutive months of research about his grandparent’s death caused by a car accident 6 years ago.

He was currently in his department’s office, watching carefully the board on the wall full of photos with the man who caused those accidents, papers showing the victims’ information about their lives, financial-family condition and tickets but also receipts he either received from stores in order to buy products, mostly parts for cars, or used in stations taking the means of transport when his vehicle was in the service, all the clues attached with pins connected by a red thread.

Steely blue eyes were scanning to find new things or something else that might got out of his sight, only to be frustrated and tired for not finding anything that might be useful. The car accidents happened to families of one to two children with fine to excellent financial condition and vehicles of a well known company, showing that the missing over six years accused did what he did in order to take their fortune.

‘But again, we are talking for a man who has zero kinship with the victims, so their belongings can’t go to him. He was also passing the streets when the traffic light turns red, so the compensation for being crushed by another driver flies away from the window. Huuuhhh, what the fuck is going on? I need to focus, I need to focus….Maybe I will take a coffee or I can ask Henmi to bring me one while I'm looking for something new’, the dashing young man thought to himself, crossing his hands over his chest and looking on the board as he was lost in time and space.

By the time he was thinking what to do, a knock on the door was heard, waking him up from his slumber and turning his head to see who was on the other side. Before he says come in, the door opened, revealing a middle-aged man with yellow eyes and white hair but this time freshly shaved face. He was standing there, a cigar on his two fingers, his eyes cricked as if he ate a slice of lemon and his mouth in the thinnest line you could ever see.

“Executive-san, how may I help you?”

“Henmi told me that you were here and you have been in this room for more than 13 hours. Do you know what time is it?”, said it with his heavy but out of concern voice, making Yokozawa sigh like his calmness was depending on this gesture.

“I’ve lost it completely sir. I’m currently lost in time and space. I feel that many hours passed by but I didn’t count”

“You should be resting now Yokozawa-kun. You can’t continue this routine in this condition. You are going to faint. It’s a matter of time to happen”

“I know but I can’t. I can’t leave it in the middle. I believe-no… I’m sure I found something that might lead me to the murderer”

“I don’t want to push you since you are so stubborn. You’ve always been since the day I met you”, the executive said, making Yokozawa chuckled as if he had no power to laugh out

“Thank you sir. For everything you did to me. I appreciate it”

“Anytime my child”

The conversation died after some seconds and the black haired man continue looking on the board, until he spotted an information that indeed got out of his sight. He came closer and closer when he stopped exactly in front of the paper he saw, watching in surprise what has been written there. He turned his head to see the white haired man dumbfounded, throwing away the almost finished cigar after he extinguished it, only to open his mouth and ask him something that made him lose his words.

“He’s occupation is the one that is written in the paper, yes or no?”

“-!”

“I’m asking you a question”, he said and went towards the man menacingly, his hand slamming the wall so loud that you could hear the gasps from outside.