Stray Dog Page #4

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- Name's Honda.

- Okay, spill it all while you're at it.

I'll help myself to another one.

Honda's digs?

I wouldn't know.

I really don't know.

He's just stringing me along.

He'd never tell me.

Where's he hang out, then?

I don't know.

I remember.

I've heard he's keen on baseball.

I bet he goes to the stadium.

Does he have a record?

Yup.

He was bragging how he did time

for half-killing a woman.

- When was that?

- Who knows.

All right.

C'mon, wait till I've finished

my smoke.

Shoot. You get what you need

and you're gone.

Go see what you can

turn up on Honda.

It may just be an alias,

but it'll get you started.

And where are you going?

Well.

What's the coolest place around?

Sato-san.

I found it.

His real name's Tachibana.

Get a bunch of copies

of this photo. Then a warrant.

I don't know anything about

the location or the investigation.

Your arresting her was a big break.

We're nearly done.

We pick up Honda, get the ration card,

and put out an APB. It's got to be him.

A black winter jacket.

A Colt.

Which he clutched in his left hand.

A hand that was shaking

like a leaf.

'Cause he panicked

and shot it off for no reason.

Just your typical case

of an amateur running amok,

although the consequences

for the victims are severe.

A young woman?

Yeah, he got 40,000 yen off of her.

Three years' worth of savings.

Her whole dowry.

Got to work

another three, four years.

By then, she won't be young anymore.

Groom's waited 10 years,

counting the war.

The injury's nothing.

Just wants her money back.

That terrible gun.

What is it?

What's wrong?

The Colt, it was mine.

Someone stole it from me.

If only I hadn't screwed up.

If it wasn't a Colt,

it'd have been a Browning.

I have an awful feeling

something worse will happen.

We're all set.

The hawkers have his picture.

Well done.

Quite a game, huh?

Not again.

It's just that

something's bothering me.

What's that?

What?

That night, the perp came back

to return the gun.

But there I was,

busting that woman.

He must have thought

I got his card, too.

Maybe that's why he went out

and robbed and shot that girl.

Hey, there now.

Is the perpetrator

your responsibility?

No, but I checked. There were

no armed assaults the night before.

I mean, he'd gotten hold of the gun,

then had second thoughts.

And he wanted to return it,

but then...

So what?

Instead of brooding,

prevent the next incident.

He stole 40,000 yen. He's bound

to run through it pretty fast.

And what happens

when he runs out of dough?

He'll rob again. Once does not a habit

make, but the second time,

a stray becomes a rabid dog.

Am I wrong?

No.

We'll put everything we've got

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