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I called the hospital that morning and said I had business to attend and would have to make up my hours later. I slept for another four hours and woke up at eight-thirty. I dressed in a business suit. No need to look sloppy. Besides, a suit is intimidating and makes an impression.

My men informed me before I made it home that Sato had been taken for questioning. I was going to our security compound first.

I had made improvements to the unimposing building. My father had left it as a squat, brick number with nothing but pavement surrounding it. I had decided that that would not do for the Ohtoris. A seemingly abandoned building in the middle of a full lot would look suspicious, so I had the entire building remodeled and landscaped. It now had a pleasant but sleek exterior surrounded by a large garden. Anyone who passed by would think the full parking lot was due to business men working in the small office building of a mildly successful company.

I walked to the door, swiped my keycard, and bypassed the unnecessary secretary, whose only job was to shoot intruders. In the back of the first floor, I found the storage closet, opened it, and stepped inside. Instead of pales, cleaners, and brooms, another security station awaited me. I pressed my palm to the pad and waited for the hidden scale and sensors to compare my weight and appearance with my handprint's file. When I was cleared, the back wall swung outward and I took the stairs presented me.

At the bottom of the stairs, I met the head of my secret police. He lead me to an interrogation room. Sato was handcuffed to the table, his head lying haphazardly on the hard surface.

"What have you gotten out of him?"

"He just woke up, sir. From what we can tell, the combination of lack of sleep, blow to his jaw, and stun gun have kept him out. We had the barracks doctor look at him, but he said that nothing's the matter and that the fellow's sleeping it all off."

"I see. Time to wake him then. Send Hotta in to rouse the prisoner." I sat in the only chair near the one-way glass.

"Hey, you! Wake up." Hotta slapped Sato soundly enough to wake him but not hard enough to bruise his idiotic face.

"Hnrrmmmng?"

"State your name."

"Where am I?" Idiot! Obviously you're in prison: Therefore, it's unwise to ask stupid questions.

"Name." Hotta was a great cat stalking his prey, his steps silent, his presence menacing.

"Sato."

"What were you doing this morning between 2:30 and 3:30?"

"What? Sleeping, of course."

"That's not what I think you were doing."

"I was, too."

"Do you have an alibi?"

"Umm…yes."

"Who? Yamamoto-san from Ouran University."

"Indeed? Can you tell me how you got here?"

"You kidnapped me."

"Wrong. We found you in a park, knocked out in the light of a streetlamp. Now, do you recall why you went to the park so early?"

"I…I needed to clear my head." Sato look nervous. I could see sweat break across his forehead.

"Clear your head of what?"

"I've been having issues with my girlfriend."

Bingo! You little jerk.

"Your girlfriend. Is that who you met this morning?"

"Yes, you've got it. It's kind of a secret affair. Don't want anyone to know, so we meet in the park."

"Oh, so either you're cheating on your girl with the park woman, or you met your girl there to try to set things straight?"

"What…Ummm." I turned on the desk camera to get a different view of him.

"Come on, Sato. I gave you two options. Which one is correct?" Hotta's in rare form today. Looks like I won't have to intervene.

"The second. Why would I keep two women? One is enough trouble."

"What's her name?"

"Ummm…Judy Mooreson." Wow. He is really stupid. I was flabbergasted by how easy this was and more than a little angry that he was claiming Judy as his girlfriend.

"So was Mooreson-san aware of the meeting?"

"Yes, or else she wouldn't have come." Bad move.

"Don't get cute with me, boy." Hotta got in Sato's face. "If she was so aware, why did she run from you?"

"We fought."

"Fought before you made your presence known? What about you chasing her down and grabbing her by the hair?"

"I was only trying to settle our differences." He was squirming now.

"By violently pursuing and grabbing a woman? By forcing yourself on her?" The thought made my blood run cold. "No matter your relationship with the lady, what you did is never permissible and is punishable by law as abuse."

"I was not abusing her."

"Then why did she run? Why did she have to defend herself? Why were you left by this woman to fend for yourself?"

"She's a cold blooded, unfeeling witch," Sato yelled. "She casts a spell on men, and leaves them to writhe in their desire unquenched. Is it wrong to want to be free of such a woman?"

"It is when you chose to quench your desire without her consent. Men like you don't deserve to walk the earth. Before you say more, we have a witness who will testify that you were the aggressor. Now, do you want to make a deal?" Hotta was yelling directly into Sato's face.

"What kind of a deal?"

"I'll let my employer tell you about it."

I flipped the microphone in the observation room on. Time to give him my conditions.