Yes; shi definitely meant four. Alexis looked up from her computer and stared out of her hotel window, deep in thought. Seppuku had been an easy one; there were several websites dedicated to the idea, form, and ritual. So, someone was planning to commit seppuku. Was it Goemon, or the old man? Alexis shook her head and reached for the phone.
It rang three times before a melodious voice came on the line:
"Hello?"
"Hullo, Fujiko. It's Alexis Finch."
"Alexis!" Fujiko's voice was a little tinny. The connection wasn't very good. "It's been a while. How are you?"
"Quite well, thanks," Alexis said. She picked up a cheap plastic pen from the table and twirled it between her fingers. "How's business?"
"Things are great," Fujiko said. "I'm just taking a little break before the next big score. But I doubt you called to talk about work."
"That's a fair cop." Alexis laughed. "Have you heard from Lupin lately?" she asked.
"As far as I know, he's still in Tokyo," Fujiko said. "Is there something that you need?"
Alexis ignored the question. "Oh, there's luck," she said. "Do you know where I might find him?"
"He'll probably be at the New National Theatre tonight. He has season tickets to the ballet. Box seats, of course." Fujiko sounded envious. "There's this ballerina he's had his eye on..."
Alexis grinned. She could practically hear Fujiko rolling her eyes.
"You know how he is," Fujiko finished.
"I have some idea," Alexis replied. She scribbled down the information on a hotel notepad. "All right, I'll take myself to the theatre tonight, then. Thanks, Fujiko."
"No problem," Fujiko said. "Keep in touch."
"You too."
Alexis replaced the receiver and brought up the National Theatre's website. Tonight's performance was Carmen. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. She had plenty of time to buy a nice dress and make her way to the theatre. With a little luck, she could convince the box office to tell her which seats were Lupin's.
Picking up her handbag and jacket, Alexis left the room.
