The man in the suit wiped the sweat from his forehead, his half-bald head gleaming. "My name is Tetsuo Tsuchihashi. I currently deal in imported sundries. I'm Imoto's... I was the deceased's former superior, and I introduced him to his wife. I came here today over some business matters."
"I see." Inspector Megure gave the suspicious man a meaningful look and jotted down a few notes.
Then he turned to the last person besides the gatekeeper. "And you?"
"I was just going home when I saw strangers in the building, so I asked a few questions. What does that have to do with me?" the handlebar-mustached man muttered. Seeing Inspector Megure still staring at him, he had no choice but to say, "My name is Norio Terasawa. I'm a resident of this building. I live on the fifth floor."
Jiang Xia helped Inspector Megure round out the three suspects. "You and the deceased are the only two residents in this building. You must have crossed paths often. What was your relationship like?"
"Our relationship?" The handlebar-mustached man snorted and pointed downstairs. "I used to run a fishing tackle shop, but that dead bastard took it from me. Imoto was best at exploiting legal loopholes—a despicable thug who knew the law. Not just me, either. The others here have probably all been screwed over by him too."
He looked toward the man in the suit and the woman in the skirt suit. Their gazes drifted away, and they awkwardly turned their heads aside.
Inspector Megure understood. Everything had returned to territory he was familiar with. "So, the two of you both had grudges against him?"
"..."
The two exchanged a glance. At last, the man in the suit spoke first. "Didn't I say just now that I introduced Imoto to his