The Complete Ring Trilogy: Ring, Spiral, Loop. Koji Suzuki

article took up even less space than he’d recalled. No wonder he had overlooked it. Asakawa took off his silver-rimmed glasses, buried his face in the newspaper, and pored over the article.

      YOUNG COUPLE DEAD OF UNNATURAL CAUSES IN RENTAL CAR

      At 6:15 a.m. on the 7th, a young man and woman were found dead in the front seats of a car on a vacant lot in Ashina, Yokosuka, along a prefectural road. The bodies were discovered by a truck driver who happened to pass by and who then reported the case to the Yokosuka police precinct.

      From the car registration they were identified as a preparatory school student from Shibuya, Tokyo (age 19), and a private girls’ high school student from Isogo, Yokohama (age 17). The car had been rented from an agency in Shibuya two evenings previously by the preparatory school student.

      At the time of discovery, the car was locked with the key in the ignition. The estimated time of death was sometime between late night on the 5th and the predawn hours of the 6th. Since the windows were rolled up, it is thought that the couple fell asleep and asphyxiated, but the possibility that they had taken an overdose of drugs in order to commit a love suicide has not been ruled out. The exact cause of death has not been determined. As of yet there is no suspicion of homicide.

      This was all there was to the article, but Asakawa felt like he had a bite. First of all, the girl who died was seventeen and attended a private girls’ school in Yokohama, just like his niece Tomoko. The guy who rented the car was nineteen and a prep school student, just like the kid who died in front of Shinagawa Station. The estimated time of death was virtually identical. Cause of death unknown, too.

      There had to be some connection among these four deaths. It couldn’t take too long to establish definitive commonalities. After all, Asakawa was on the inside of a major newsgathering organization—he wasn’t lacking for sources of information. He made a copy of the article and headed back to the editorial office. He felt like he’d just struck gold, and his pace quickened of its own accord. He could barely wait for the elevator.

      The Yokosuka City Hall press club. Yoshino was sitting at his desk, his pen scurrying across a sheet of manuscript paper. As long as the expressway wasn’t crowded, you could make it here from the main office in Tokyo in an hour. Asakawa came up behind Yoshino and called his name.

      “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