“Police are waiting on the platform,” Rina added, nodding toward the window where two plainclothes officers—Sato among them—stood flanking the ticket gates. “Your move.”
She looked at her reflection in the dark window of the interrogation room. Inside, the man sat alone, waiting for his lawyer. He looked small. Pathetic. Rina felt no pity. chikan undercover agent rina save
The train slowed. Ueno Station.
Rina smiled. It was not a warm smile. She leaned close, her lips almost brushing his ear. “I’m a chikan undercover agent. My name is Rina. And I’ve been watching you for six months. You have two choices: confess at the next station, or I activate the contact microphone on my bag and play our little conversation for the entire car.” “Police are waiting on the platform,” Rina added,
She was Rina. And she was watching.