“Yukimura Rei was in Singapore?”. Miyamura asks lowly. “Really?”. 

He spares a quick glance at Sorahiko’s sleeping form on the sofa, then resumes his dinner preparations without missing a beat. 

“Yes sir”. The private investigator replies curtly. “She checked into an obscure motel at a place I can not easily describe”. 

Miyamura puts the phone on speaker and places it on the kitchen counter. He begins to season the steak— giving the investigator half of his ...