The enormous bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window at the back reflected the dark blue sky from above.
Hanamaru Hiroki, dressed in a blue-gray police uniform, leaned against the back of his chair, placing his feet up on the brown office desk, eyes closed, savoring this brief moment of rest.
The wide Ome Street below was bustling with traffic weaving through skyscrapers, the varied and bustling Tokyo scenes making no noise that could reach this Police Chief's ears.
The office was very quiet.
However, he suddenly frowned, pulled out his vibrating phone from his pocket, and answered it with a somewhat impatient tone, "What's the matter this time? Don't tell me he managed to escape even from the police car, or you guys can pack up and leave."
"It's me, Uncle." Uesugi Sakura's voice.
Hanamaru Hiroki woke up a bit from his nap, glanced at the phone in his right hand, indeed he hadn't made a mistake, and asked, "How do you have this number?"
