Chapter 257

The officer led them to a hulking black van parked just outside the perimeter tape. It looked solid, functional—no frills, no bullshit—like everything else the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department rolled out on cases like this. The back doors were propped open, revealing a cramped interior packed with tech.

Kazuo stepped up first, ducking his head to avoid smacking it on the doorframe as he climbed in. Gwen followed, hanging back at the edge of the doorway like she was debating whether she'd get yelled at for being too curious.