Starfish Hotel Page #4

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No, they're not my hands.

What's wrong?

Did you hurt your hands?

Do you know whose hands these are?

They're not mine.

Not my hands.

Not mine!

Are you awake?

Did you find my wife?

One of the bodies was a

twenty-year-old Japanese woman.

The others were all foreign nationals.

Mr. Arisu, just how much

did you know about your wife?

What do you mean?

Well, let's suppose she had been

working in that club.

When do you think she started?

I don't know -

I got a flyer from that man.

The one in the rabbit suit?

Mr. Arisu, four people have died.

Somebody took two cans of petrol to

the place and torched it.

This is a murder investigation.

Surely...

you can't think it was me?

I like writing in hospitals at night.

I can sense death close by.

But death is never far away.

It exists within us.

It is as banal as the shadows

of trees in a park.

But we don't see it.

Because we choose not to.

OnIy those who lose a loved one...

Can sense death's shadow

passing through them.

We can feel the presence

of death in this world.

Death is the only reallty -

all the rest is a dream.

There was a disused mine behind

my uncle's property.

I was told never to go there.

I used to sneak inside

when my uncle went out.

I used to stay there for hours

in the darkness.

Imagining all sorts of things.

Weren't you scared?

Not at all.

It was safer than the world outside.

Don't move.

I'll show you what it was

like in the mine.

If you stay still long enough

in the darkness...

You start to imagine

all kinds of things.

You can be anything you want to be.

You can go anywhere you want to go.

Wakey-wakey!

You...?

I was in the area -

thought I'd drop by.

How did you get in?

Oh! Very nice -

I'll have some of that.

Who the hell are you?

Nice place you've got -

very classy.

How did you find my address?

Mr. Trickster told me.

What do you think you're doing?

So, you like mysteries?

Get out.

I know who can find your missus.

I'm calling the police.

They're useless:
idiots,

every one of them.

You need a good detective.

I've used one before.

Got him to check up on my missus.

He was top notch - solved

the mystery good and proper.

Showed me photographic

evidence as well.

Put that down.

Put the knife down.

What f***ing knife?

When I saw the photos I knew.

The camera never lies, as they say.

all her dirty secrets, plain as day.

Thanks for the trip down memory lane -

and thanks for the drink.

HoId on!

I'd think about hiring him -

he'll find what you're looking for.

Mori Private Investigator

people are in and out of

this job all the time.

They come and go as they please,

just like me.

Two years ago there was

an older man, a bit tubby...

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