Evil and the Mask by Fuminori Nakamura

Author:Fuminori Nakamura [Nakamura, Fuminori]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, International Mystery & Crime, Literary, Thrillers, Crime
ISBN: 1616952121
Google: 6JVnYxVEgEgC
Amazon: B008C9LBZ4
Publisher: Soho Press
Published: 2013-06-10T12:00:00+00:00

NISHIGUCHI PARK IN Ikebukuro was busy. I walked past a group of homeless men drinking and looked around. Hidden at the bottom of my bag was the bottle containing the poison I’d given to Yajima. Maybe that was why I had so little energy. A mixture of powders, with potassium cyanide as the main ingredient. My body grew heavier, but my vision cleared. Among the crowd in the park, however, I couldn’t tell who the caller was. I took out my cell phone and dialed his number.

Far away, a man sitting on a chain that formed part of the fence started hunting in his pocket. A black daypack was slung over his shoulder. He was wearing acid-washed designer jeans, a loose gray knit cap, a sleeveless white down jacket and a long-sleeved T-shirt of the same color, covered in English writing. I ended the call and walked towards him. He was still young, with narrow eyes and a thin nose, an oddly clean-cut face. He was staring at his phone, which had stopped ringing abruptly. I stood beside him, conscious of the drugs in my bag.

He turned slowly to face me. His neatly trimmed eyebrows suddenly drew together as though I’d taken him by surprise.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

The rain had just stopped, and the ground was still unpleasantly damp.

“What do you mean? You told me to come here.”

He glared at me for a second.

“What?”

“You called me here, didn’t you?” I repeated. “What the hell is this?”

“You? But the voice is the same. How come?”

I looked at him blankly. “What are you talking about?”

“Aren’t you Kuki, Fumihiro Kuki?”

I thought for a moment, trying to make sense of the situation.

Looking up at me, he went on. “Who the hell are you? Why are you checking up on Kaori Kuki?”

I realized that he was genuinely puzzled. He knew about Fumihiro, the person I used to be, but maybe he didn’t know about my plastic surgery or that I’d bought Shintani’s persona. I hesitated, thinking furiously. I couldn’t understand how he knew about Fumihiro, how he knew about Kaori, how he knew my number. I’d have to worm it out of him.

“You summoned me here. What’s your game? And how did you get my number? That’s what I’d like to know.”

He continued to stare at me.

“I don’t get you,” I went on. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but we’re getting out of here.”

“I’ll decide where we go,” he said, standing up at last.

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