The Devotion of Suspect X

The Devotion of Suspect X

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ISBN-13: 9781250002693
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 02/28/2012
Series: Detective Galileo Series , #1
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 99,729
Product dimensions: 5.58(w) x 8.52(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Born in Osaka and currently living in Tokyo, KEIGO HIGASHINO is one of the most widely known and bestselling novelists in Japan. He is the winner of the Edogawa Rampo Prize (for best mystery), the Mystery Writers of Japan, Inc. Prize (for best mystery) among others. His novels are translated widely throughout Asia.
ALEXANDER O. SMITH has translated a broad variety of novels, manga, and video games, for which he has been nominated for the Eisner Award, and won the ALA's Batchelder Award (for his translation of Miyuki Miyabe's Brave Story), and been recognized for his localizations of the video games Final Fantasy X and Final Fantasy XII. He lives with his family in Vermont.

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Chapter One

At 7:35 A.M. Ishigami left his apartment as he did every weekday morning. Just before stepping out onto the street, he glanced at the mostly full bicycle lot, noting the absence of the green bicycle. Though it was already March, the wind was bitingly cold. He walked with his head down, burying his chin in his scarf. A short way to the south, about twenty yards, ran Shin-Ohashi Road. From that intersection the road ran east into the Edogawa district, west toward Nihonbashi. Just before Nihonbashi, it crossed the Sumida River at the Shin-Ohashi Bridge.

The quickest route from Ishigami’s apartment to his workplace was due south. It was only a quarter mile or so to Seicho Garden Park. He worked at the private high school just before the park. He was a teacher. He taught math.

Ishigami walked south to the red light at the intersection, then he turned right, toward Shin-Ohashi Bridge. The wind blew in his face, making his coat flap around him. He thrust his hands deep into his pockets and hunched over, quickening his pace.

A thick layer of clouds covered the sky, their gray reflection making the Sumida River look even murkier than usual. A small boat was making its way upstream. Ishigami noted its progress as he crossed the bridge.

On the other side, he took a set of stairs that led from the foot of the bridge down to the Sumida. Passing beneath the iron struts of the bridge, he began to walk along the river. Pedestrian walkways were built into the molded concrete riverbanks on both sides of the water. Further down, near Kiyosu Bridge, families and couples often strolled along the river, but such people seldom visited the riverbanks this far up. The long row of cardboard shanties covered in blue vinyl sheets kept them away. This was where the homeless lived, in the shadow of an expressway overpass that ran along the west side of the river. Ishigami figured the looming overpass must have provided some shelter from the wind and rain. The fact that not a single shack stood on the other side of the river gave weight to this hypothesis, though it was possible the first squatters had settled there by accident and the others had simply followed them, preferring the safety of their community, such as it was, to solitude across the water.

He made his way down the row of shanties, glancing briefly at them as he walked. Most were barely tall enough for a man to stand up inside, and some of the structures only rose as high as his waist. They were more boxes than shacks. Maybe it was enough to have a place to sleep.

Plastic laundry hangers had been rigged up near the boxes, signs of domestic life. A man was leaning up against the railing that ran between the walkway and the water, brushing his teeth. Ishigami had seen him around. He was past sixty, and his grayish white hair was bound in a long ponytail. He had probably given up on work. If it was physical labor he wanted, he wouldn’t have been hanging around now. Those jobs were filled in the early morning hours. He wouldn’t be going to the unemployment office, either. Even if they did find a job suitable for him, with that long hair of his he’d never make it as far as the interview. The chances of anyone wanting him for a job at his age were close to zero anyway.

Another man stood near his sleeping box, crushing a row of empty cans under his foot. Ishigami had witnessed this scene several times before, and he had secretly named this fellow the Can Man. The Can Man looked to be around fifty. He had good clothes and even a bicycle. Ishigami figured that his can-collecting trips kept him more active and alert than the others. He lived at the edge of the community, deep under the bridge, which must have been a position of privilege. The Can Man was a village elder, then—an old-timer, even in this crowd—or so Ishigami saw him.

A little way on from where the line of cardboard shanties petered out, another man was sitting on a bench. His coat must have once been beige, but now it was scuffed and gray. He was wearing a suit jacket underneath it, though, and beneath that a white work shirt. Ishigami guessed that he had a necktie stashed away in his coat pocket. Ishigami had labeled him the Engineer a few days earlier, after spotting him reading an industrial trade magazine. He kept his hair cropped short, and he shaved. Maybe he hoped he’d be going back to work soon. He would be off to the unemployment office today, but he probably wouldn’t find a job. He would have to lose his pride before that happened. Ishigami had first seen the Engineer about ten days ago. He wasn’t used to life along the river yet, still drawing an imaginary line between himself and the blue vinyl sheets. Yet here he stayed, not knowing how to live on his own without a home.

Ishigami continued walking along the river. Just before Kiyosu Bridge, he came upon an elderly woman taking three dogs for a walk. The dogs were miniature dachshunds, each with a different colored collar, one red, one blue, and one pink. As he approached, the woman seemed to notice him. She smiled and nodded. He nodded in reply.

“Good morning,” he offered.

“Good morning. Cold, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” he replied, grimacing for effect.

The old woman bade him a good day as she passed by, and he gave her a final nod.

Some days before, Ishigami had seen the woman carrying a plastic convenience store bag with something like sandwiches in it—probably her breakfast. He surmised from this that she lived alone. Her home wouldn’t be far from here. She was wearing flip-flops, and she wouldn’t be able to drive a car in those. She had probably lost her husband years before and now lived in a nearby apartment with her three dogs. A big place, if she was keeping three dogs there. No doubt her pets had kept her from moving to a smaller room somewhere. Maybe she had already paid off the mortgage, but there would still be maintenance fees, so she had to scrimp and save. She hadn’t been to the beauty salon once this winter. Her hair showed its natural color, free from dye.

At the foot of Kiyosu Bridge, Ishigami climbed the stairs back up to the road. The school was across the bridge from here, but he turned and walked in the opposite direction.

A sign facing the road read “Benten-tei.” Beneath it was a small shop that made boxed lunches. Ishigami slid open the aluminum- framed glass door.

“Good morning! Come in, come in,” came the call. It was a familiar greeting and a familiar voice, but it somehow always managed to put a spring in his step. Yasuko Hanaoka smiled at him from behind the counter. She was wearing a white hat.

Ishigami felt another thrill as he realized that there were no other customers in the shop. They were alone.

“I’ll take the special.”

“One special, coming up,” she replied brightly. Ishigami couldn’t see her expression as he was staring into his wallet, unable to look her in the face. Given that they lived next door to each other, Ishigami felt like he should have something to talk about other than his boxed lunch order, but nothing came to mind.

When he finally came up with “Cold today, isn’t it,” he mumbled the words, and they were lost in the sound of another customer opening the sliding glass door behind him. Yasuko’s attention had turned to the new arrival.

Boxed lunch in hand, Ishigami walked out of the store. This time, he headed straight for Kiyosu Bridge, his detour to Benten- tei finished.

After the morning rush, things slowed down at Benten-tei, at least as far as customers were concerned. In the back, however, there were lunches to be made. Several local companies had the shop deliver meals for all their employees by twelve o’clock. So, when the customers stopped coming, Yasuko would go back into the kitchen to lend a hand.

There were four employees at Benten-tei. Yonazawa was the manager, assisted by his wife Sayoko. Kaneko, a part-timer, was responsible for making deliveries, while Yasuko dealt with all the in-shop customers.

Before her current job, Yasuko had worked in a nightclub in Kinshicho. Yonazawa had been a regular there and Sayoko had been the club’s mama— though Yasuko hadn’t known they were married until just before Sayoko quit.

“She wants to go from being the mama at a bar to the good wife at a lunch shop,” Yonazawa had told her. “Can you believe it? Some people never fail to surprise me.” Rumors had begun to fly at the club, but according to Sayoko, it had been the couple’s long-held dream to run a place of their own. She had only been working at the club to save up for that.

After Benten-tei opened, Yasuko had made a habit of dropping in now and then to see how the two were doing. Business was apparently good—good enough that, a year later, they asked her if she’d be interested in helping out. It had become too much for the two of them to handle on their own.

“You can’t go on in that shady business forever, Yasuko,” Sayoko had told her. “Besides, Misato’s getting bigger. You wouldn’t want her developing a complex because her mom’s a nightclub hostess. Of course,” she’d added, “it’s none of my business.”

Misato was Yasuko’s only daughter. There was no father in her life after Yasuko’s last divorce, five years ago. Yasuko hadn’t needed Sayoko to tell her she couldn’t go on as she was. Besides her daughter’s welfare, there was her own age to consider. It was far from clear how long she could have kept her job even if she wanted it.

It only took her a day to come to a decision, and the club didn’t even try to hold on to her. They had just wished her well, and that was all. Apparently she hadn’t been the only one concerned about her future there.

She had moved into her current apartment in the spring a year ago, which coincided with Misato entering junior high school. Her old place was too far from her new job. And, unlike the club, getting to her new work on time meant getting up by six and being on her bicycle by six thirty. Her green bicycle.

“That high school teacher come again today?” Sayoko asked her during a break.

“Doesn’t he come every day?” Yasuko replied, catching Sayoko sharing a grin with her husband. “What? What’s that for?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. We were just saying the other day how we thought he might fancy you.”

“Whaaat?” Yasuko leaned back from the table, a cup of tea in her hand.

“You were off yesterday, weren’t you? Well, guess what? He didn’t come in yesterday. Don’t you think it’s strange that he should come every day, except for the days when you’re not here?”

“I think it’s a coincidence.”

“Well, we think maybe it’s not.” Sayoko glanced again at her husband.

Yonazawa nodded, still grinning. “It’s been going on for a while now,” he said with a nod at his wife. “‘Every day that Yasuko’s out, he doesn’t come here for his lunch,’ she says. I’d wondered about it myself, to tell the truth, and when he didn’t show yesterday, that kind of confirmed it for me.”

“But I don’t have any set vacations, other than the days the whole shop is closed. It’s not like I’m out every Monday or something obvious like that.”

“Which makes it even more suspicious!” Sayoko concluded, a twinkle in her eye. “He lives next door to you, doesn’t he? He must see you leave for work. That’s how he knows.”

Yasuko shook her head. “But I’ve never met him on my way out, not even once.”

“Maybe he’s watching you from someplace. A window, maybe?”

“I don’t think he can see my door from his window.”

“In any case, if he is interested, he’ll say something sooner or later,” Yonazawa said. “As far as we’re concerned, we have a regular customer thanks to you, so it’s good news for us. Looks like your training in Kinshicho paid off.”

Yasuko gave a wry smile and drank down the rest of her tea, thinking about the high school teacher.

His name was Ishigami. She had gone to his apartment the night she moved in to introduce herself. That’s when she’d learned he was a teacher. He was a heavyset man, with a big, round face that made his small eyes look thin as threads. His hair was thinning and cut short, making him look nearly fifty, though he might easily have been much younger. He wasn’t particularly fashion conscious, always wearing the same sort of clothes. This winter, when he came in to buy his lunch, he was wearing the same coat over a brown sweater. Still, he did do his laundry, as was evidenced by the occasional presence of a drying rack on the small balcony of his apartment. He was single and, Yasuko guessed, not a divorcé or widower.

She thought back, trying to remember something that might have clued her in to his interest, but came up with nothing. He was like the thin crack in her apartment wall. She knew it was there, but she had never paid it that much attention. It just wasn’t worth paying attention to.

They exchanged greetings whenever they met and had even discussed the management at their apartment building once. Yet Yasuko found she knew very little about the man himself. She had only recently learned that he taught math, when she happened to notice outside his apartment door a bundle of old math textbooks, wrapped in string and awaiting disposal.

Yasuko hoped he wouldn’t ask her out on a date. Then she smiled to herself, trying and failing to imagine the dour-looking man’s face as he asked the question.

As on every other day, the midday rush at Benten-tei began right before lunchtime, peaking just after noon. Things didn’t really quiet down again until after one o’clock.

Yasuko was sorting the bills in the register when the sliding glass door opened and someone walked in. “Hello,” she chimed automatically, looking up. Then she froze. Her eyes opened wide and her voice caught in her throat.

“You look well,” said the man who was standing there. He was smiling, but his eyes were darkly clouded.

“You . . .  how did you find me here?”

“Is it so surprising? I can find out where my ex-wife works if I have a mind to.” The man looked around the shop, both hands thrust into the pockets of his dark navy windbreaker, like a prospective customer trying to figure out what he should buy.

“But why? Why now?” Yasuko asked, her voice sharp but low.

She glowered at him, inwardly praying that the Yonazawas in the back wouldn’t hear them talking.

“Don’t look so frightening. How long has it been since I saw you last? And you can’t even manage a polite smile?” He grinned.

Yasuko shivered. “If you’re here to chitchat, you can save yourself the trouble and turn around right now.”

“Actually, I came for a reason. I have a favor to ask. Think you can get out for a bit?”

“Don’t be an idiot. Can’t you see I’m working?” Yasuko said, then immediately regretted it. That made it sound like I would have talked with him if I wasn’t at work.

The man licked his lips. “What time do you get off?”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to talk to you. Please, just leave and don’t come back.”

“Ouch. Cold.”

“What did you expect?”

Yasuko glanced outside, hoping that a customer would walk in, but the street was empty.

“Well, if this is how you’re going to act, guess I’ll try someone else,” the man said, scratching his head.

Warning bells went off in Yasuko’s head. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean if my wife won’t listen to me, maybe her daughter will. Her school’s near here, right?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Okay, then maybe you can help. Either way’s fine by me.”

Yasuko sighed. She just wanted him to leave. “I’m on till six.”

“Early morning to six o’clock? That’s some long hours they got you working.”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“Okay, I’ll come back at six, then.”

“No, not here. Take a right outside, and walk down the street until you come to a large intersection. There’s a family restaurant on the near corner. Be there at six thirty.”

“Great. And, try to make sure you’re there. Because if you don’t show up—”

“I’ll be there. Just leave. Now.”

“Fine, fine. Kick me out on the street.” The man took another look around the shop before walking out, closing the sliding door behind him a little too hard.

Yasuko put her hand to her forehead. A headache was coming on, and she felt nauseated. A weight of hopelessness began to spread inside her chest.

It was eight years since she married Shinji Togashi. Now the whole sordid story replayed in her mind . . . 

When she met him, Yasuko was working as a hostess in a club in Akasaka. Togashi was a regular.

He was a foreign-car salesman. He lived large, and he had included her in his high-flying lifestyle. He gave her expensive gifts, took her to pricey restaurants. When he proposed, she felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. She was tired of working long hours to support her daughter after a failed first marriage.

In the beginning, they were happy. Togashi had a steady income, so Yasuko could wash her hands of the nightclub scene. He was great with Misato, too, and for her part, Misato seemed to try hard to think of him as “Daddy.”

When things fell apart, it happened suddenly. Togashi was fired from his job when his employers discovered that he had been embezzling company funds for years. The only reason they didn’t press charges was that they wanted to cover the whole thing up, afraid their own judgment and oversight would be called into question. So there it was: all the money he had been spending in Akasaka had been dirty.

After that, Togashi changed. Or maybe it was just that the real person he had always been finally came to the surface. The days he didn’t go out gambling he spent lying about at home. When Yasuko complained, he became violent. He started drinking more, too, until it seemed as though he was always bleary- eyed drunk and looking for a fight.

Yasuko had no choice but to go back to work. But all the money she made, Togashi took from her by force. When she tried hiding it, he started turning up at the club on payday and taking the money before she could stash it away.

Misato learned to be terrified of her stepfather. She didn’t like being left alone with him at home. At times she even came to the club where Yasuko worked just to avoid him.

Yasuko asked Togashi for a divorce, but he wouldn’t hear of it. When she pressed harder, he started hitting her. Finally after months of anguish she turned to a lawyer recommended by one of her customers. The lawyer was able to get a reluctant Togashi to sign the divorce papers. Evidently, her husband realized that he had no chance of winning in court and that unless he agreed to go quietly, he might even end up having to pay alimony.

Yet divorce alone did not solve the problem. In the months that followed, Togashi had made a habit of dropping in on Yasuko and her daughter. His affairs were all settled, he told her; he was devoting himself to his work.  Wouldn’t she consider mending things between them? When Yasuko tried to avoid him, he started approaching Misato, sometimes even waiting outside her school.

When he came to Yasuko literally on his knees, she couldn’t help but feel pity, even though she knew the whole thing was a performance. Perhaps a little bit of the affection she had once felt for him remained. She gave him a little money.

It was a mistake. Once Togashi got a taste, he started coming more frequently—always with the same groveling demeanor, yet growing increasingly shameless in his requests.

Eventually Yasuko switched clubs and moved to a new apartment. Even though she hated to do it, she also changed Misato’s school. And Togashi stopped appearing. Then a year ago she moved again and took the job at Benten-tei. She had wholly believed she had rid herself of that walking catastrophe for good.

She couldn’t let the Yonazawas hear about her ex-husband and his reappearance. She didn’t want to worry them. Misato couldn’t know about it either. She had to make sure, on her own, that he never came back to see her again. Yasuko glanced at the clock on the wall and gritted her teeth.

Just before six thirty, she left the shop and made her way to the restaurant. She found Togashi sitting near the window, smoking. There was a coffee cup on the table in front of him. Yasuko sat down, ordering hot cocoa from the waitress. She usually went for the soft drinks because of the free refills, but today she didn’t intend to stay that long.

“Why?” she asked with a glare.

Togashi’s mouth softened. “You’re sure in a hurry.”

“I’ve got a lot to do, so if you really have a good reason for coming here, out with it.”

“Yasuko—” Togashi reached out for her hand where it lay on the table. She drew it back quickly. His lip curled. “You’re in a bad mood.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? You better have a good reason for stalking me like this.”

“So antagonistic! I know I might not look it, but I’m serious about this.”

“Serious about what?”

The waitress brought her cocoa. Yasuko picked it up and took a scalding sip. She wanted to drink it as fast as she could and get out of there.

“You’re living by yourself, right?” Togashi asked, staring at her from under lowered brows.

“So? What business is it of yours?”

“Hard for a woman living by herself to raise a kid. She’s just going to cost more and more, you know. What do they pay you at that lunch shop, anyway? You can’t guarantee her future on that. Look, I want you to reconsider. Reconsider us. I’ve changed. I’m not like I was before.”

“What’s changed? You working?”

“I will. I’ve already found a job.”

“But you’re not working yet, are you.”

“I said I got a job. I’m supposed to start next month. It’s a new company, but once things get rolling, hey, you and your daughter could live the easy life.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. If you’re making all that money, I’m sure you won’t have any problem finding someone else to share it with. Just, please, leave us be.”

“Yasuko, I need you.”

Togashi reached out again, trying to touch her hand where she held the cup. “Don’t touch me!” She recoiled from his grasp; a little bit of the cocoa spilled as she moved, dripping on Togashi’s fingers. “Ow!” He jerked back his hand. When next he looked at her there was malice in his eyes.

Yasuko glared back. “You can’t just come here and give me the same old lines, not after what’s happened. How do you expect me to believe you? Like I said before, I haven’t the slightest desire ever to be with you again, not the slightest. So just give it up. Okay?”

Yasuko stood. Togashi watched her in silence. Ignoring his gaze, she put the money for her cocoa down on the table and headed for the door.

As soon as she was outside the restaurant, she retrieved her bicycle from its parking spot and began to pedal away. She pictured Togashi running after her, sniveling, and it made her pedal faster. She went straight down Kiyosubashi Road, turning left after Kiyosu Bridge.

She had said everything there was to say, but she was sure she hadn’t seen the last of him. He would show up at the shop again before long. He would stalk her, become a nuisance, maybe even make a scene. He might even show up at Misato’s school. He would wait for Yasuko to give in, figuring that when she did, she would give him money.

Back at her apartment, Yasuko began making dinner. Dinner wasn’t much more than warmed-up leftovers she had brought back from the shop, but even so, tonight cooking seemed like a difficult chore; every few moments her hands fell still as some horrible thought occurred to her, some scene played out in her mind.

Misato would be home soon. She was in the badminton club at school and usually spent time after practice talking with the other girls. She usually made it back around seven o’clock.

The doorbell rang. Yasuko frowned and went to the door. It wouldn’t be Misato. She had her own key.

“Yes?” Yasuko called without opening the door. “Who is it?”

There was a brief pause, and then, “It’s me.”

Yasuko didn’t answer. Her vision dimmed. A terrible feeling crept up inside her. Togashi had already found their apartment. He had probably followed her from Benten-tei one night.

Togashi began knocking on the door. “Oi!”

She shook her head and undid the lock, leaving the door chain fastened.

The door opened about four inches, revealing Togashi’s face right on the other side. He grinned. His teeth were yellow.

“Why are you here? Go away.”

“I wasn’t finished talking. Boy, short-tempered as always, aren’t you?”

“I told you, we’re done. Finished. Never again.”

“You can at least listen to what I have to say. Just let me in.”

“I won’t. Go away.”

“Hey, if you won’t let me in I’ll just wait here. Misato should be getting home anytime now. If I can’t talk to you, I’ll just have to talk to her.”

“She’s got nothing to do with this.”

“So let me in.”

“I’ll call the police.”

“Go ahead. What’s wrong with a man coming to visit his ex-wife? The police will take my side. You could at least let him in, ma’am, they’d say.”

Yasuko bit her lip. She hated to admit it, but he was probably right. She had called the police before, and they had never done the slightest thing to help her. That, and she didn’t want to make a scene. Most tenants had a guarantor backing up their rent, but she had moved in here without one. One troubling rumor and she could be kicked out onto the street.

“Okay. But you have to leave right away.”

“Sure, of course,” Togashi said, a light of victory in his eyes.

Yasuko undid the chain and opened the door. Togashi stepped in, taking off his shoes as he glanced around the room. It was a small apartment, just a kitchen and two other rooms. The room closest to the door was done in the Japanese style and was wide enough for six tatami mats on the floor, with a doorway on the right side leading into the kitchen. There was an even smaller Japanese-style room toward the back, and beyond that, a sliding door opened onto a small balcony.

“Little small, little old, but not a bad place,” Togashi commented as he sat down, tucking his legs underneath the low, heated kotatsu table in the middle of the room. “Hey, your kotatsu’s off,” he grumbled, fumbling around for the cord and switching it on.

“I know why you’re here.” Yasuko stood, looking down at him. “You can say whatever you like, but in the end, it’s all about money.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Togashi frowned, pulling a pack of Seven Stars from his jacket pocket. He lit one with a disposable lighter and started looking around more deliberately, noticing the lack of an ashtray for the first time. Getting up, he fished an empty can out of the trash and set it on the table. Sitting back down, he flicked his ashes into it.

“It means you’re only here to get money out of me. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Well, if that’s how you want it to be, then I’m fine with that.”

“You won’t get a single yen out of me.”

He snorted. “That so?”

“Leave. And don’t come back.”

Just then, the door to the apartment flew open and Misato came in, still dressed in her school uniform. She stopped for moment when she saw the extra pair of shoes in the doorway. Then she saw who was there and a look of abject fear came over her face. The badminton racket dropped from her hand and clattered on the floor.

“Hello, Misato. It’s been a while. You’ve grown,” Togashi said, his voice casual as could be.

Misato glanced at her mother, slipped out of her sneakers, and walked in without saying a word. She made a beeline for the room in the back and closed the sliding door behind her tightly.

Togashi waited a moment before speaking again. “I don’t know what you think this is all about, but all I want to do is make things good between us again. I don’t see what’s wrong in asking that.”

“Like I said, I’m not interested. Surely you didn’t think I would really say yes? You’re just using that as an excuse to bother me.”

That had to have hit the mark. But Togashi didn’t respond. Picking up the remote, he turned on the television. It was a cartoon show.

Yasuko sighed and went into the kitchen. She reached into the drawer by the sink and pulled out her wallet. Opening it, she took out two ten-thousand yen bills.

“Take it and leave,” she said, putting the money on top of the kotatsu.

“What’s this? I thought you weren’t giving me any money.”

“This is it. No more.”

“Well, I don’t need it.”

“You won’t leave until you get something. I’m sure you want more, but things aren’t easy for us either.”

Togashi looked at the bills, then up at Yasuko’s face. “Fine, I’ll leave. And I really didn’t come here for money. This was your idea.”

Togashi took the bills and shoved them into his pocket. Then he pushed the rest of his cigarette butt inside the can and slid out from under the kotatsu. Rising, he turned, not toward the front door, but toward the back room. Moving quickly, he threw open the sliding door. Yasuko could hear Misato’s yelp from the other side.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Yasuko shouted at his back.

“I can say hello to my stepdaughter, can’t I?”

“She’s no daughter or anything else of yours anymore.”

“Give me a break. Fine. See you later, Misato,” Togashi said, still peering into the room. The way he was standing blocked Misato from Yasuko’s view, so she couldn’t see how her daughter was reacting.

Finally, he turned back toward the front door. “She’ll make a fine woman someday. I’m looking forward to it.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“It’s not nonsense. She’ll be making good money in three years. Anybody would hire her.”

“I want you to leave now.”

“I’m going, I’m going. For today, at least.”

“Don’t you dare come back.”

“Oh? Don’t think I can promise that.”

“You’d better not—”

“Listen, Yasuko,” Togashi said without turning around. “You’ll never get rid of me. You know why? Because you’ll give in before I will, every time.” He chuckled quietly, and then leaned over to put on his shoes.

Yasuko, stunned into silence, heard something behind her. She turned to see Misato, still in her uniform, rushing past her. Holding something above her head, Misato came up behind Togashi. Yasuko, frozen in place, couldn’t move to stop her, or even to cry out. She could only watch, horrified, as Misato brought the object down, striking Togashi on the back of his head. All she heard was a dull thud, and then she saw Togashi collapse on the floor.

From The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino. Copyright © 2011 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC.

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tottman More than 1 year ago
"Which is harder: devising an unsolvable problem or solving that problem?" This question is posed early in The Devotion of Suspect X and is the heart of the conflict. A brilliant mathematician in love with his next door neighbor helps her create an alibi for a murder. One that must stand up to the scrutiny of the police and, unexpectedly, an old college friend and rival. The battle of wits is fascinating and deeply involving. The crime is clear, but the construction of the alibi and its ability to withstand scrutiny is fascinating. The story reminds me in some respects of a Sherlock Holmes mystery if it were told from the perspective of Moriarty. The clues are there and the reader is invited to make sense of them along with the police. The thrills come not from the crime, which is revealed in the first few pages, but from wondering if the police are actually getting closer or being led astray. The "how" and "why" of the clues left behind invite you to match wits with the characters. That this book is originally written in Japanese only shows up in unfamiliar place names and different personal motivations based on culture. The english translation was perfect and the book was a very quick read. The conclusion of the book is both exciting and devastating. I received this book as part of an early reader program, and can understand why Keigo Higashino is so highly regarded in Japan. I hope that he finds an American following as well with this wonderfully written novel.
Christine_Emming More than 1 year ago
A smart whodunit with precise timing and alarmingly clever curveballs, The Devotion of Suspect X matches the murderous progression of a mathematics teacher's proof against a physicist's logic and a detective's intuition. Despite knowing what really happened from the first chapter, this book will have you quickly thumbing pages, eager to figure out the end. When Yasuko and her daughter Misato strangle Yasuko's brutal ex-husband Togashi after a threatening encounter in their apartment, their quiet neighbor Ishigamo unexpectedly steps in to help, taking care of the body's disposal and carefully crafting the women's responses to the police questions sure to follow. As the formal investigation progresses, it seems that Ishigamo, a genius math scholar currently teaching at a local high school, has thought of everything. Kusanagi, the detective in charge of the inquiry, finds the facts flimsy and turns to his former classmate, Yukawa, a brilliant physicist with a predilection for amateur sleuthing and Ishigamo's erstwhile competitor. Adding Yukawa to the equation is a factor that even Ishigamo and his legendary logic hadn't considered, but will it matter in the end? Normally, murder mysteries fall slightly outside my diameter of preferred reading materials. Perhaps due to a youthful overdose of Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys novels. Mysteries fell off my radar entirely when I could guess endings or characters felt too shallowly developed, or, unfortunately, both. Higashino's novel avoids both pitfalls with ease. Be warned that it may take a few chapters for the unfamiliar names to read easily and some trite phrasing plagues the translation from Japanese -or it might also have plagued the original -, but overall the book's unique premise and foreign culture add drama to Higashino's already charged pacing. If you crave an unsolvable mystery, you'll find The Devotion of Suspect X rife with pretzeling facts and one mathematician's murky motives.
RonnaL More than 1 year ago
THE DEVOTION OF SUSPECT X by Keigo Higashino is the beginning of a different kind of a police procedural, which uses wit and supreme intelligence to solve crimes. This is an intelligent mystery of 'how could this have happened.' A mathematical genius and his physicist genius friend are comrades and foes in this mystery. The question being "Is it more difficult to formulate an unsolvable problem or to solve that problem." The characterization and atmosphere gladly take second place in this fantastic new style of mystery. Though 'new' for most of the mysteries written today, it definitely has the feel of a Sherlock Holmes type conundrum! Fascinating and thought provoking throughout, though we know who did the murder, the 'how' was enthralling to the very end!!
jprince More than 1 year ago
Very clever novel. It is immediately established that the ex-wife is guilty and the turns and twists of the cover-up make for a very thought-provoking read. Sort of a thinking man's murder by numbers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! I got it as a Christmas gift and its a book I never would have picked on my own. What a great surprise. I guess I' need to branch out a little more, or just depend on others to find me a new great read. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this novel. I bought it because it was on a book club list at a local bookstore and I'm so glad I did. I'll definitely be checking out other work from this author. Specifically, I love the complexity of the characters and how they interact plus the mystery and the way in which we're trying to solve it backwards was a real treat. Love it!
PereLachaisse More than 1 year ago
This book got great reviews and I love a mystery. It is a "backward" non-mystery with the murder coming first. Devotion was a best seller in Japan and I think it must have been better in it's original language. I found it slow and plodding. I did finish it but was glad when it was done so I could get on to something better.
avanders More than 1 year ago
Review based on ARC. wow. I barely know where to begin. I can see why the book has won Japan's equivalent of the National Book Award and why it was made into a move (that I hope to see soon!!). First. Get past the first 20 pages. Mystery readers who are used to the flash-intro may find this novel begins a bit slowly - starting with a "beginning" but not with some huge shock-and-awe scene. That, combined with the unfamiliar names, can make the book just a tad harder to access from the start. But, as I said, give it 20 pages. At page 18, I lost track of the page numbers and the previously unheard names (Ishigami was easy, but Yasuko versus Yukawa was a little trickier at first) were already familiar. Second. I wouldn't actually call it a murder "mystery." Typically, that brings to mind a book in which the murderer and often the murder implement is unknown. In this book, you know from the beginning what has happened. Instead, I would categorize it as a cat-and-mouse intellectual thriller. Who will "win"? The brilliant guy on side A or the brilliant guy on side B? On top of that, there aren't any "bad guys" to hate (aside from one, but he does not really bother us) ... and hardly a "good guy" to cheer. Instead, the characters are complex, realistic, vivid, and endearing. I could not possibly divulge too much of a plot for fear of ruining what will be a thrilling ride for readers of this book. So instead, I say: read it. Give yourself enough time to get into the book; give yourself enough mental energy to wrap your head around the complexities of the narrative; give yourself a little space to process what happened once you are finished. I would say the only "bad" thing about the novel is that there were just a couple little trips in the translation... but I was reading an advance readers' edition, so I imagine they are no longer present. In other words, absolutely excellent. Highly recommend.
punitenshu More than 1 year ago
Being a fan of the Japanese TV series "Galileo" and the movie that was based on this very book, I instantly recognized the title and just had to read it. Initially, I was slightly disappointed that Detective Utsumi, the female detective introduced as the successor to Kusanagi in the TV series, was entirely wiped from existence, and Kusanagi took the leading role. However, in the film, the banter between Utsumi and Yukawa was minimal, so the substitution did little but affect the tone of a few verbal exchanges. It was more than made up for by being able to be privy to Ishigami's inner workings though. If you've seen the movie, the story pretty much plays out the same, so if you're the type who can't read a book that's already been "spoiled" this won't be for you--but overall it was entertaining to read, and gave me an even better appreciation for characters I already adore. If you haven't seen the movie and you can tolerate subtitles, I recommend you dig it up for a watch, as it holds much truer to the book than most Hollywood adaptations. It's Japanese title is "Yougisha X no Kenshin" Overall a quick and engrossing read.
Man_Of_La_Book_Dot_Com More than 1 year ago
"The Devotion of Suspect X" by award winning Japanese author Keigo Higashino is a fictional mystery book but not in the usually "who-dun-it" style. This charming novel focuses on the mind games played between the suspect and a police consultant - both brilliant mathematicians. A divorced single mother and former night club hostess , Yasuko Hanaoka, thought she finally escaped her ex-husband when he shows up on her door step. One thing leads to another and the ex-husband ends up dead. Ishigami, Yasuko's neighbor who is a middle aged high school math teacher, hears the commotion and helps her get rid of the body. When the unidentified body turns up, Detective Kusanagi turns up on Yasuko's doorstep as part of his investigation. Yasuko however has an airtight alibi. Kusanagi brings in Dr. Manabu Yukawa, a brilliant physicist who gets a kick out of help the detective solve what seems to be unsolvable crimes. Yukawa is a college friend of Ishigami and is convinced he has something to do with the murder. "The Devotion of Suspect X" by Keigo Higashino is a very clever mystery novel. The mystery is the way the investigation unfolds, layer by layer while the reader is privy to how the murder was done is a unique way to tell a story; it is also dangerous because the pitfalls to ruin the story are many. Actually one could say that this book, certainly a thinking person's novel, is more of a psychological drama, a cat and mouse game, than a mystery. The interaction between the characters is very interesting and the characters themselves are appealing as well. As we get to know Ishigami, we learn why he wastes his time teaching high-school students who don't care and that he must pass. We learn about his strange devotion to Yasuko and keep wondering what made him do what he did - all the way to end. Understanding Ishigami is the key to understanding this book. Scattered throughout the books are complex philosophical questions and mathematical proofs. I found those interesting even though some were hard for me to grasp but somehow they helped the story move along. How Keigo Higashino achieved that might be the true mystery of the book. A word of praise to the fine and fluent translation by Alexander O. Smith.
SAHARATEA More than 1 year ago
Be prepared to get sucked into this new thriller from Keigo Higashino. While he's already a big name in Japan, this is his first book translated into English. It's best called a police procedural rather than just a crime novel, because every little detail Higashino includes has a point in the story. What's most unique is as soon as you begin, the murder of a man occurs, and you know exactly who did it. Straight up, it's right there, demanding you pay attention! The mystery of the novel comes into play as the crime is investigated by the police force as well as two academics, one a physicist and the other a mathematician, both former competitors who are eager to prove their superiority to each other as well as the police detectives that they look down upon. Nothing plays out as ordinary, although the characters can be considered regular people. Rather than an all-seeing Hercule Poirot type of solution, the novel is instead about observation of facts and the interpretation of the tiniest details. Because of the amount of intricate details, sometimes the narrative slows down. In fact, at a few points, you may even be distracted and feel as if you are balancing your checkbook. Yet that's the trick Higasino plays: the monotonous details are the most revealing and ultimately solve the crime. In addition to the mystery, the author builds credible characters, and makes their motives always remain a bit unclear. At times, while knowing 'whodunit', I still found myself questioning what I already knew, and wondering how much I assumed. Seeing a snapshot of the life of middle-class Japan, with its emphasis on decorum, routine, and reputation, makes a cryptic setting for the murder and its repercussions. Two factors bear mentioning: one, despite the complexity, the pace of the novel is subtle and quiet. This isn't an episode of CSI; there are no car chases or explosions. An intellectual challenge for the reader, it's as quiet as a crossword puzzle and much more complicated. Additionally, despite the initial murder (it was a bad guy, after all), there is no gore or expletives. None of the skin-crawling vulgarity or horrific crime scenes that some crime novels rely on appear in this story. To be honest, this is a classy crime novel, and I hope more of the series is translated into English, soon.
shayrp76 More than 1 year ago
The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino Reviewed by shayrp High School math teacher, Ishigami, lives for the brief encounters he has with his beautiful neighbor. Yasuko, single mom of a teenager, lives for her daughter. When Yasuko's abusive ex husband tracks them down and threatens that life, she defends it. With a dead body on her hands she accepts the help of her neighbor, Ishigami, a man she barely knows. Ishigami, takes over and keeps Yasuko from being arrested with his passion for problem solving. In spite of all of Ishigami's work, Detective Kusanagi can't shake being suspicious of Yasuko and with the help of, Yukawa, an old friend of Ishigami's, he uncovers emotional clues and connections. Even when it seems that the detective is going to figure out the mystery, Ishigami will do anything to keep Yasuko out of prison and Yasuko discovers that his devotion to her is too big of a burden. I couldn't put this novel down. Even a day after reading it I am still thinking about the story. I enjoy fiction that could easily be reality. The pacing was wonderful and I almost wish I hadn't read it as quickly as I did. I, without a doubt, recommend this one. Even though the plot was pretty obvious in the beginning there were a couple of moments that surprised me, and had me saying "wow" out loud.
Smiler69 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
When Yasuko's abusive ex-husband shows up uninvited and unwelcome at the apartment she shares with her teen-aged daughter one day, things quickly escalade and he ends up dead. Before she has had time to figure out what to do next, her next door neighbour Ishigami, a middle-aged mathematics teacher whom she hardly knows, offers to help dispose of the body and creates the perfect alibi for her. Though the police can't find any incriminating evidence against her, detective Kusanagi's instincts tell him something isn't quite right with Yasuko's story. He discusses the case with his brilliant physicist friend Dr. Yukawa, who, as luck would have it, was friends with the mathematician in his college days and discovers to pay his old friend a visit.This was a cleverly told mystery with an interesting plot twist toward then end, though I sometimes felt like the investigation was going in circles, and found the pacing a bit slow and plodding. One of the elements of the story I found most interesting was that it was never made completely clear whether Ishigami's obsession lay with the beautiful Yasuko or with his passion for mathematics. Good, but not great.
smik on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
In one sense THE DEVOTION OF SUSPECT X is a police procedural and in another a psychological thriller. There is no doubt about who committed the murder of Togashi, but the reader is at first unaware of why Ishigami helps Yasuko with confusing the clues leading to the identity of the murderer.Ishigami is a maths teacher at a local high school, but deeply discontented. Once he was recognised as potentially one of the country's best mathematic brains. But things didn't go as expected after he graduated from University and he failed to get the university job that he expected. He took on a school teaching job but dreams of a life dedicated to working on mathematics.Ishigami's decision to help Yasuko will exact a terrible price and you won't see the final resolution coming.One of the reasons for reading translated crime fiction is to attempt to understand other cultures. I suspect Japanese readers may be more tolerant of the huge amount of detail in the novel than Westerners, who would like to see the pith of the story closer to the surface. Detective Kusanagi is a very persisent fellow, checking details systematically, looking for holes in alibis. His friend Yukawa, nicknamed Galileo, provides the intuition, and indeed, without his insights, I doubt Kusanagi would ever have seen that Ishigami was connected to the case. But I thought I learnt a bit about the Japanese way of thinking.While I was listening to David Pittu's excellent narration of Alexander O. Smith's English translation I kept thinking of THE OXFORD MURDERS by Guillermo Martinez, which was based on clues in the form of Fibonacci numbers. It too was a translated book, translated into English from Argentinian, and the winner of the Planeta Prize.In some senses THE DEVOTION OF SUSPECT X is not about crime fiction at all, but about the relationship of mathematics to philosophy, and the idea that all human problems can be solved by mathematical logic. Not every body's cup of tea!There were times that I wished Keigo Higashino would get on with the story, ditch some of the detail, and other times when I really enjoyed it.
blueshelled on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I¿m usually not the person who is reading a thriller novel, a mystery novel, or a suspense novel, so when The Devotion of Suspect X by Keigo Higashino (translated by Alexander O. Smith) was offered to me as a free novel to review from Goodreads, it took me a little while to open it. I¿ll admit trepidation at seeing unfamiliar names and places and an initial inability to adapt to the environment of the novel. However, I buckled down one rainy weekend evening and settled in for an adventure I could not have foreseen. I¿m getting older. Adventure doesn¿t happen much anymore.The Devotion of Suspect X begins in the way most of the stories I read begin: with a single mother working hard to support her daughter. Unfortunately for this particular single mother, Yasuko, her past is determined not to let her live in peace. Yasuko¿s ex-husband, Togashi, was both physically and mentally abusive and, after several moves, he¿s found her and her daughter Misato, yet again. Generally, she¿s been able to get rid of him with a little bit of cash, but Togashi has had a change of heart and has decided Yasuko is his and he is staying with her whether she wants him to or not. When Yasuko protests, the situation turns to violence, quickly, involving Misato, and ends in Togashi dead on the apartment floor and a neighbor who has both a secret of his own and a willingness to help Yasuko and Misato fix the problem. When Detective Kasanagi takes on the case, he and his friend, Yukawa, match wits with Yasuko and her neighbor, Ishigami, in a thrilling race to the end of the novel.Honestly, this book is great. I would love to be able to put forth a lot of lovely phrases to pretty up my review, but I was on the edge of my seat and never found myself wondering when I was going to get to a good part. The entire book was a ¿good part¿ and that is truly rare. Just when I thought I had something figured out, the plot turned me on my ear and flipped so nothing I thought I knew was right. The book is the equivalent of a non-stop rollercoaster ride where what you think you know only leads you further away from the truth. What¿s worse about it is that you know what happened and how Togashi died. You only think you know the rest. I challenge you to read this novel and see if you can figure out Ishigami¿s game from start to finish before it is completely revealed to you. I guarantee you that you and Yukawa have your work cut out for you. Well-written and well-translated. There were only a couple of times the wording felt a little off to me, but it just added more authenticity to the reading. Nicely done.
Christine_Mason on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good book about a murder and what happens to cover it up.
AGPadgett on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Devotion of Suspect X actually deserves a 5-star rating in its original. But the translation into English was, well, mediocre at best and it affected my enjoyment of the story. There was no character, no voice to the translation. It read very much like a grade-school primer. I'm really storry to say that, but...The story itself really shows its social roots for their is a definite feeling of hopeless inevitability about the events. Yasuko is a divorced mom, trying to make ends meet and avoid her horrible and violent ex-husband. Her next-door neighbor, Ishigami, is attracted to her and despite his social ineptitude and shyness, he goes everyday to get his lunch from her, at a little sandwich shop where she works.One night, Yasuko's ex-husband comes to Yasuko's apartment and starts to verbally abuse her and her daughter. Violence escalates until the girl and her mom end up killing the ex-husband. At this point, I thought it was definitely a case of self-defense, particularly as the mom was trying to shield her daughter. But instead of the shame of getting involved in such a sordid accident, the Yasuko and her daughter decide to hide the murder. It's entirely understandable from Yasuko's point of view. She's emotionally wrought and now fears that she will go to prison, leaving her daughter without any parents.That's where Ishigami comes into the picture. For a shy man, he really starts to come into his own at this point, thinking he will finally find favor with Yasuko by helping her. He tells them to go out and be seen in public (making themselves an alibi) while he disposes of the body.It soon becomes and cat and mouse game with the detective, Kusanagi, and Ishigami.I won't reveal any more, but fans of suspense novels (it's not a mystery since we know what happened) will find this "game" filled with suspense. I won't reveal any more, except to say that I didn't enjoy it as much as I had hoped. I wish I could read it in the original as that might have made it work better for me.
jd234512 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was quite good. Whereas most of the time you feel like you are figuring out exactly what's going to happen/what happened, it still manages to change the whole story from what you expected it to be. I found this to be much better than most books in its genre. It's always great to read a book that you feel you can't read fast enough because you want to see what's next.
alohaboy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I can see why Keigo Higashino is one of Japan's most popular novelists. The book is a real gem. The story is quite simple, tightly plotted, and well told. We know early on who the murderers are, their motivation, and the confusion they feel on how to deal with the murder. Following the actions of the murderers, their accomplice, the police, and a police consultant the author goes back and forth between chapters that detail the murderers covering up the murder and the police following leads until we reach a surprise conclusion. It's a very satisfying read.
CaptainDylan on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Devotion of Suspect X is a Japanese crime novel. The crime in question is the murder of a man named Togashi by his ex-wife Yasuko. Yasuko's neighbor Ishigami hears the struggle and knocks on the door to her apartment, announcing that he can protect Yasuko and her daughter Misato if they will do exactly as he says. Ishigami proceeds to cover up the true nature of the crime and police.With this setup, the story builds as an intellectual struggle between Ishigami and the police detectives searching for Togashi's killer. The detectives involve their friend Yakawa, a physics professor who knew Ishigami in college. Yukawa takes the opportunity to visit Ishigami and renew their friendship. Ishigami is as puzzled by the murder case as the detectives, and he begins to explore different possibilities. Every conjecture he makes is confounded by Ishigami's and Yasuko's alibis. Since the detectives have no other suspects, they work on breaking apart Yasuko's alibi. Some of the lengths they go to are quite demanding, which shows how much attention they have focused on the case.The twists in the investigation keep the detectives and Yukawa guessing, and they are surprising to the reader also. Every time they think they've found something, Ishigami has already anticipated it. Even right down to the last play, he comes up with options.This book was better than I was expecting. While the language and characterization are a bit flat, the the developments in the plot are intriguing. Ishigami proves to be an intelligent and creative adversary. Yukawa, using his intuition, is determined to figure out what is wrong with the evidence at hand. I ended up being as surprised at some of the developments as the detectives in the story.
melmmo on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I received this as an ARC through another website. I don't read a lot of contemporary crime fiction, but I enjoyed this book. Instead of asking "whodunnit?", Keigo Higashino provides detail from the beginning as to the who and the why. The question, instead, is how. The reader, then, is smarter than the detectives in the book, who have to figure out the who, how, and why. The addition of the professor character adds a touch of intellectualism and a way to play with mathematics...moreI received this as an ARC through the Giveaway on this site. I don't read a lot of contemporary mystery, but I enjoyed this book. Instead of asking "whodunnit?", Keigo Higashino provides detail from the beginning as to the who and the why. The question, instead, is how. The reader, then, is smarter than the detectives in the book, who have to figure out the who, how, and why. The addition of the professor character adds a touch of intellectualism and a way to play with mathematics by itself and in comparison to the characters. With the backdrop of Japan, there is also the cultural interest, which makes a well-rounded book which keeps you turning the pages and leaves you with a neatly tied ending.
TheBoltChick on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Keigo Higashino has written a taut, psychological thriller that kept me reading straight into the night.Yasuko Hanaoka is a divorced mother raising her daughter alone. Her abusive ex husband finds the two of them and ultimately threatens them. She ends up killing him. Her next door neighbor Ishigami, who is secretly in love with her, hears the struggle and comes to her aid. He explains that if she follows his instructions to the letter, she will be able to avoid prosecution and jail time. As the police begin their investigation, things go along exactly as planned. But one of the detectives mentions the case to a consultant, Yukawa, who coincidentally went to school with Ishigami. Yukawa smells a rat, and Ishigami's plan slowly begins to unravel.Higashino has managed to write a story of devotion and unrequited love that goes to an extreme. I was intrigued right up until the last two pages.... unfortunately for me, the ending seemed to ruin the story. I am sure that others will disagree; some may even feel that it is the only correct ending. I was disappointed however.While the translation was somewhat stilted, and the ending somewhat of a letdown, the rest of the book had me saying "wow". I will definitely read more from this author as soon as the translations are available.
decojenn on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is an engaging mystery, and the setting in a culture so different from my own added to my enjoyment. It is a well-written story with well-drawn characters. Not merely a whodunnit, this story deals with intellectual games played by a brilliant, yet unhappy man. The female characters could be stronger, but the plot kept me intrigued to the end.
jacoombs on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Terrific mystery where the puzzle is not whodunit but the trail planted to derail the investigation. A surprise ending.
jewelknits on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book is a fabulous thriller. Having read a few Japanese novels, I expected to be somewhat undone by the setting, cultural differences, etc. Not so with this novel. The publisher description does a very good job of describing the plot, so I will add a bit more to the character descriptions:We have Tetsuya Ishigami, possessed of a brilliant mathematical mind, whose potential to be a bright star has been dimmed by the turns of his life. Now he is an unassuming math teacher at a private high school, with students who could care less about math, and superiors who are pressuring him to lower his standards and pass more students. He is very observant and analytical, a solitary man with few pleasures. One of these is to visit the benten-tei (shop with boxed lunches) to catch glimpses of his neighbor, Yasuko Hanaoka, who works behind the counter.Yasuko is a former club hostess and a single mother to Misato, who is in junior high school. She divorced five years ago from her husband, Shinji Togashi, after a three-year abusive marriage. Since the divorce she has had to move, change jobs, and change her daughter's school to keep Togashi away from her and her daughter, since Togashi is not above visiting her daughter at school to pressure Yasuko for money or with other threats thinly disguised as requests.Togashi finds her anyway, and ends up dead. Thus begins a wonderful psychological game of cat-and-mouse where Dr. Yukawa shows up as a Japanese version of Columbo (only not as bumbling), and the reader reads on in suspense to see if Ishigami gets away with his crime. The mystery here isn't what happened to cause Togashi's death, but what happened after. Pieces of the puzzle are slowly revealed, and the interplay between the characters is fraught with tension. Just as you think you have a handle on it, another piece falls into play that twists the puzzle into a different shape.The ending .. oh! The novel is good, but the ending is stupendous. This is the kind of ending that you read with sadness, and later, when you think about it a bit, the sad futility of it, you come to appreciate the novel and it's characters even more. A must-read for fans of psychological thrillers and suspense. There is nothing lost in the translation, and the clear prose is brilliant.QUOTESHe was like the thin crack in her apartment wall. She knew it was there, but she had never paid it that much attention. It just wasn't worth paying attention to."Listen, Yasuko," Togashi said without turning around. "You'll never get rid of me. You know why? Because you'll give in before I will, every time.""...Murder isn't the most logical way to escape a difficult situation. It only leads to a different difficult situation."Writing: 4.5 out of 5 starsPlot: 5 out of 5 starsCharacters: 4 out of 5 starsReading Immersion: 4.5 out 5 starsBOOK RATING: 4.5 out of 5 stars