Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.
In the office of the Police Director on the top floor, Okayama Buji sat in his chair, reading a report in his hand.
He hadn't changed the layout of the Director's office; everything was exactly as it was when Morimoto Chiyoda was here.
Okayama Buji isn't the kind of person who is keen on expressing his own style, or rather, having no style is his style.
The place used for work doesn't need any fancy decorations, and he wouldn't use the Metropolitan Police Department's funds to redecorate his office over trivial matters.
In his view, that would be a waste of government funds.
Money should be used wisely.
Okayama Buji put down the report in his hand and picked up another one, frowning. Slim's whereabouts remained unknown, and the organization hiding behind him was just too deep.
This made Okayama Buji ponder whether his subordinates failed to find Slim.
Or perhaps, no one was seriously looking?
