Broken
...Eleventh Part: Satoshi...
"Who is he?" a detective asked, looking in on the interrogation.
"Hotarou Ogata," I told him.
"Are you sure that's our guy?"
I pointed at the tall man. "He fits our description perfectly," I stated, "and once we get a warrant, we'll be able to search his basement. If we find even just the scene as our witness describes..."
"...He's definitely our perp.," the detective filled in the blanks.
I nodded.
As if on cue, someone else walked in with the warrant they were looking for. Perfect.
. . .
I headed back to my desk with the document and picked up the phone. I owed a call to someone.