The book was the key. Aoshi knew that that book would hold the
secret to that attack. There was only one problem, the book was with
Himura. Oh well, it would be easy enough to get it.
"Ma'am there is a man outside. He says that he wants to speak with you."
"Is it about the library?"
"I think so."
"Not another one! Tell him I'm busy."
"I tried; he kept saying that he wanted to speak with you. Ma'am, he is different from the others, he asked for you by your first name."
"Send him in."
"He's already inside." Haru did not like it one bit. A strange man asking for her by name and already in her secretary's office; no, this did not feel right at all.
"Thank you for seeing me Miss Himura." Haru definitely did not like him. He had come in so quietly and so quickly, she had heard him, but if she hadn't been trained he would have scared her. But what made her the most uncomfortable was that his hands smelled of blood.
"I am afraid my secretary did not tell me your name."
"Forgive me, I am Shinomori Aoshi," he bowed deeply.
"Why are you here Mr. Shinomori? Is it about the library?"
"Not quiet, it is about a book that you have in your possession."
"I have a great many books in my possession."
"I want the one that men would kill to get their hands one, The Hiten Mitsurugi Style by Himura Aki."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Oh but I think you do."
"Ma'am there is a man outside. He says that he wants to speak with you."
"Is it about the library?"
"I think so."
"Not another one! Tell him I'm busy."
"I tried; he kept saying that he wanted to speak with you. Ma'am, he is different from the others, he asked for you by your first name."
"Send him in."
"He's already inside." Haru did not like it one bit. A strange man asking for her by name and already in her secretary's office; no, this did not feel right at all.
"Thank you for seeing me Miss Himura." Haru definitely did not like him. He had come in so quietly and so quickly, she had heard him, but if she hadn't been trained he would have scared her. But what made her the most uncomfortable was that his hands smelled of blood.
"I am afraid my secretary did not tell me your name."
"Forgive me, I am Shinomori Aoshi," he bowed deeply.
"Why are you here Mr. Shinomori? Is it about the library?"
"Not quiet, it is about a book that you have in your possession."
"I have a great many books in my possession."
"I want the one that men would kill to get their hands one, The Hiten Mitsurugi Style by Himura Aki."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Oh but I think you do."