"Of course, it was also possible that she had already appeared, but looked so different from the sketch that I failed to recognize her."
Hashimoto Maya sighed inwardly. If I want to know whether this person is actually among the First Class passengers, I'll probably have to wait for Mr. Irish to get up and confirm it himself—I really did my best, but I truly couldn't match this drawing to anyone in the cabin... My superior should understand, right?
In short, Hashimoto Maya had risked Uzo noticing him by getting up this time, yet had failed to bring back any useful information.
The only thing that counts as good news is that although I didn't find Kid or anyone connected to Uzo, I also haven't seen any criminals on the plane who could pose a threat to me. Hashimoto Maya found some comfort in that. In other words, there aren't any particularly muscular people on this plane. Even if a killer really wants to murder me, if they aren't strong enough, they won't be able to do it—perhaps that is the only advantage Organization members have over ordinary people when facing Uzo.
Irish, upon whom his subordinate had placed such high hopes, did not take action immediately.
Irish: "..." Uzo was the one who had wanted him to board this plane. If anyone was going to look for someone, Uzo should have sent someone to find him first... Then again, a guy like Uzo, who cared so much about a Sense of Ritual, probably would not give up First Class and stay in economy class, would he? Yet there did not seem to be any trace of Uzo here.
Had that bastard not boarded the plane at all?
Irish looked out at the sky beyond the window, faint unease