The Complete Ring Trilogy: Ring, Spiral, Loop

“Hey, Yoshino.”

He hadn’t seen Yoshino in a year and a half.

“Huh? Hey, Asakawa. What brings you down to Yokosuka? Here, have a seat.”

Yoshino pulled up a chair toward the desk and urged Asakawa to sit. Yoshino hadn’t shaved, and it gave him a seedy look, but he could be surprisingly considerate toward others.

“You keeping busy?”

“You could say that.”

Yoshino and Asakawa had known each other when Asakawa was still in the local-news department, which Yoshino had entered three years ahead of him. Yoshino was thirty-five now.

“I called the Yokosuka office. That’s how I learned you were here.”

“Why? You need me for something?”

Asakawa handed him the copy he’d made of the article. Yoshino stared at it for an extraordinarily long time. Since he’d written the article himself, he should have been able to remember what it said just by looking at it. As it was, he sat there concentrating all his nerves on it, hand frozen halfway through the motion of putting a peanut in his mouth. It was as if he were chewing it: recalling what he’d written and digesting it.

“What about it?” Yoshino had assumed a serious expression.

“Nothing special. I just wanted to find out more details.”

Yoshino stood up. “All right. Let’s go next door and talk over a cup of tea or something.”

“Do you have time for this right now? Are you sure I’m not interrupting?”

“Not a problem. This is more interesting than what I was doing.”

There was a little cafe right next to City Hall where you could get coffee for two hundred yen a cup. Yoshino sat down and immediately turned to the counter and called out, “Two coffees.” Then, turning back to Asakawa, he hunched over, leaning close. “Okay, look, I’ve been on the local beat for 12 years now. I’ve seen a lot of things. But. Never have I come across anything as downright odd as this.”

Yoshino paused for a sip of water, then continued. “Now, Asakawa. This has got to be a fair trade of information. Why is someone from the main office looking into this?”

Asakawa wasn’t ready to tip his hand. He wanted to keep the scoop for himself. If an expert like Yoshino caught wind of it, in a heartbeat he’d chase and nab the prize for himself. Asakawa promptly came up with a lie.

“No special reason. My niece was a friend of the dead girl, and she keeps badgering me for information—you know, about the incident. So as long as I was down here …”

It was a poor lie. He thought he saw Yoshino’s eyes flash with suspicion, and he shrank back, unnerved.

“Really?”

“Yeah, well, she’s a high school student, right? It’s bad enough that her friend’s dead, but then there are the circumstances. She just keeps bugging me about it. I’m begging you. Give me details.”

“So, what do you want to know?”

“Did they ever decide on the cause of death?”

Yoshino shook his head. “Basically, they’re saying their hearts just stopped all of a sudden. They have no idea why.”

“How about the murder angle? Strangulation, for example.”

“Impossible. No bruise marks on the neck.”

“Drugs?”

“No traces in the autopsy.”

“In other words, the case hasn’t been solved.”

“Shit, no. No solving to be done. It isn’t a murder—it’s not even an incident, really. They died of some illness, or from some kind of accident, and that’s all there is to it. Period. There’s not even an investigation.”

It was a blunt way of putting it. Yoshino leaned back in his chair.

“So why haven’t they released the names of the deceased?”

“They’re minors. Plus, there’s the suspicion that it was a love suicide.”

At this point Yoshino suddenly smiled, as if he’d just remembered something, and he leaned forward again.

“You know, the guy? He had his jeans and his briefs down around his knees. The girl, too—her panties were pulled down to her knees.”

“So, you mean it was coitus interruptus?”

“I didn’t say they were doing it. They were just getting ready to do it. They were just getting ready to have a little fun and, bam! That’s when it happened,” Yoshino clapped his hands together for effect.

“When what happened?”

Yoshino was telling his story for maximum effect.

“Okay, Asakawa, level with me. You’ve got something. I mean, something that connects with this case. Right?”

Asakawa didn’t reply.

“I can keep a secret. I won’t steal your scoop, either. It’s just that I’m interested in this.”

Asakawa still remained silent.

“Are you gonna keep me hanging here in suspense?”

Should I tell …? But I can’t. I mustn’t say anything yet. But lies aren’t working …

“Sorry, Yoshino. Could you wait just a little longer? I can’t tell you quite yet. But I will in two or three days. I promise.”

Disappointment clouded Yoshino’s face. “If you say so, pal …”

Asakawa gave him a pleading look, urging him to continue his story.

“Well, we’ve got to assume that something happened. A guy and a gal suffocate just when they’re getting ready to do it? That’s not even funny. I guess it’s possible that they’d taken poison earlier and it had only taken effect just then, but there were no traces. Sure, there are poisons that leave no trace, but you can’t figure on a couple of students getting their hands on something like that.”