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building.
    â€œY . . . yes. Yes, sir,” Hank managed. Per released him and put his hand back in his lap, barely noticing Hank panting and rubbing his forearm.
    â€œGood.”
    When another hour had passed—­in silence—­Per had gathered everything he was going to from his proximity to this puzzling structure. He wasn’t going to find any answers here, but he had known that before they had come. He was here to build his question database, to enrich the space where the answers would go.
    â€œTell me what you know about Dr. Reese,” Per said abruptly in the car’s quiet, finding no amusement in Hank’s flinch. He knew the scientist had disappeared four months ago and what was in his file, but Per wanted more.
    â€œUh, Reese? I only met him a few times. He worked out of our research facility in Canada, just outside Toronto. Nice enough guy, I guess. Crazy smart. I mean, genius smart. Couldn’t make heads nor tails out of what he was saying when he talked about his work. He’d been with us almost five years before he . . . disappeared.”
    â€œYes, that’s all in the file, Mr. Green. Tell me what’s not.”
    â€œNot? Okay, let’s see. He liked fancy cars. He didn’t have one, he just liked them. He’d go on and on about the new BMW or Aston Martin. His desk was always covered in car magazines too.”
    â€œI see,” Per said. “Go on.”
    â€œHe was married for a while. Didn’t work out, though. Got divorced a ­couple of years back. Apparently she took him to the cleaners too.”
    â€œAnything else?”
    â€œListen,” Hank said, turning in his seat to face Per. Per obliged the silent request and took his eyes off the building for the first time to look at Hank. “I know what Jim—­Mr. Harcourt—­said, but I don’t think this Reese thing is anything. We investigated a little when he disappeared, but there didn’t appear to be no foul play or nothing. I’d just move on to something else if it were me.”
    â€œThank you for your counsel,” Per said, turning back to the building.
    Hank started to say something else but then apparently thought better of it and just turned around in his own seat.
    â€œTake me to the airport, Mr. Green,” Per said abruptly.
    â€œWe ain’t going in?”
    Per answered him by leaning back and closing his eyes.
    â€œWhere we headed to now?” Hank asked after a few minutes of driving.
    â€œToronto.”
    Jirojin Maru
    1:52 P.M. Local Time
    L ESS THA N FIFTEEN minutes after Hank had booked a flight out of McCarran International Airport, Umi’s Internet sniffer—­a computer code designed to search constantly for information all across the World Wide Web—­sent a report to her office computer. Ten minutes after that, she called Tatsu and gave her the details.
    â€œToronto?” Tatsu said from the computer screen.
    â€œIs there a problem?”
    â€œNo, Obasan , no, of course not. It’s just—­never mind.”
    She knew Tatsu was tired, and rightfully so. She’d been working hard these past few weeks. But if they didn’t take care of everything—­every last thread, especially now—­then it all would have been for naught. She was sure Tatsu knew that, but then again, she was young and wild and very far away.
    â€œThere’s a flight out in less than an hour. I should go,” Tatsu said.
    â€œExcellent, little one. Call me when you land, and I’ll give you more instructions. And don’t worry; if all goes well, you’ll still be here in time,” Umi said. She was about to cut the connection, but then added: “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
    Tatsu smiled and seemed to become reinvigorated by the false compliment. Though Umi wasn’t a hundred percent sure it was false. Her feelings for Tatsu were starting to complicate her