In Plain View. Julie Shigekuni
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Название: In Plain View
Автор: Julie Shigekuni
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Триллеры
isbn: 9781944700287
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“No.” Daidai shuddered, thinking it time for a visit with Louise.
Mako shrugged. “Gizo handled it. Probably just some drug addict looking for money to get a fix. Picked the wrong guy to mug. Dead now.”
Mako’s stories could be so confusing. She tended to jump from point to point without transitions. It was the listener’s job to make them. Maybe because she thought in Japanese the problem lay in translation, but to some extent she was also just someone who expected a listener to make leaps of thought. She had an agile mind, so everyone else should, too. “Are you saying Gizo went after the person who mugged his father?” Daidai asked.
“I don’t think anyone would have hurt Danji if they knew who he was.”
“Do you mean no one would hurt Danji because he was such a nice man, or because they were afraid of Gizo?”
“Wouldn’t you be afraid of Gizo?”
She could be so infuriating! “Why would I be afraid of Gizo?”
“Honestly, Daidai, I thought this time off might be good for you,” Mako said, disgruntled by her daughter’s inability to follow her logic. “You’ve spent so much time looking at things, but what has that done for you if you can’t even recognize what’s happening with the people right under your nose? Reminds me of how your father would come home from work talking about how that bumper looked wrong on that car or complaining about the shape of a taillight. He knew how cars were supposed to look and he could see them just fine, but the rest was up to me—I’d have to point out the people around him making friends, remind him that those were the ones who moved up in the company. It’s a good thing that my father wasn’t fooled. He noticed Daddy and made him manager. You’re just like him. You see the thing just fine, just not the hand that made it.
“What?” she demanded when Daidai said nothing.
“I’m listening to you,” Daidai said. “I just don’t know what to say.”
“Gizo, he’s so charming, right?” Mako started in again.
“I guess,” she said, not wanting to anger her mother further in case she wasn’t supposed to agree.
“See?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Gizo’s charming, but you don’t think: people are charming for a reason. Well, Gizo has his own business.”
“You mean the security company he runs? I’ve seen his office behind the store.”
“You saw what he showed you, but how about what he didn’t show you? Did you notice all the money he makes? Lets him be good to his father—a good son.”
So Gizo ran some kind of racket. So what? What was she supposed to notice? Mako wasn’t making sense, but Daidai knew better than to say so.
After her visit with her mother, Daidai headed for home along the 405 Freeway. She stared up at the clouds hanging still and low, unusual for Los Angeles even in winter. In the grayness of the afternoon, it was as if the old sights were asking her to look at them anew. The hillside cemetery maxed out on room for gravesites, the buildings that made up Westwood clinging tightly to their quadrant, the tram that snaked its way up to the Getty Museum—it all amounted to what Daidai perceived as loneliness. Her father, who’d expressed his fondness in overt gestures and impeccably timed appearances every evening, was gone. Her marriage to Hiroshi had come with the assurance that she would never be alone. But she’d been on her own since she’d gone on leave, and with the loss of the baby they’d worked so hard to conceive she felt bereft.
She had the company of her mother, however erratic Mako’s behavior. But even that relationship had begun to feel shaky. Perhaps rather than separate her from herself, the miscarriage had dislodged her from her mother. Was that why she’d been inconsolable? Then there was Hiroshi, who’d barely looked up from his work, choosing to emphasize the same facts she’d spun for her mother’s benefit: that rather than loss, the ordeal she’d been through had foreshadowed her luck by proving that she could get pregnant. But what was the point of generating the same information they’d paid the doctor to render? The pregnancy, rather than affirm a potential life, had been a prelude to death.
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