By the time I pulled into the underground parking of Suzuki Enterprises, the city had settled into its late-night hush.
I took the private elevator straight to the executive floor and stepped into Tomiko's office without knocking. The lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the sleek modern furniture. Both Tomiko and Hina were standing in front of the large wall-mounted TV, their backs to me, completely absorbed in the news broadcast.
On the screen, bright flames and emergency lights painted a chaotic scene. Firefighters were still hosing down the smoldering remains of a once-luxurious mansion. The headline scrolling below read: "Prominent Businessman Daiki and Family Found Dead in Suspected Arson Attack."
My breath caught. It was the exact house I had just escaped from.
The reporter's voice filled the room with grim professionalism. "Police have confirmed that Daiki, his wife, and two adult children were discovered inside the burned ruins."
