“Hey, would you just forget about it?” the cop with the cigarette was saying. “We’re done for the day, and everyone’s waiting with the cars. We’re supposed to go out for drinks tonight, you know.”
“Don’t be like that,” the taller one replied. “I mean, that girl…What was her name? Satsuki, right? I know she was probably kidnapped, but…doesn’t something about this area strike you as odd?” He gestured at a section of the forest—right in the direction of my body.
Ken’s mind was racing. What did he see? That ditch should have been completely hidden by the dirt, like just another part of the forest. But the boy’s face remained confident.
“Not particularly, no.”
“Look, see over there? There’s a bunch of markings in the ground, like from cleats. Children’s cleats. Probably ones for playing baseball.”
Ken hadn’t thought of the consequences of wearing cleats to climb down the slope. He kept silent as he listened to the two detectives talk, but his eyes began to work back and forth as if he were measuring something in his mind.
“Yeah, but we’re looking for a girl, right?” the smoking cop said after a drag from his cigarette. “Besides, the mother said she was wearing sandals.”
Disregarding his partner’s lack of interest, the taller man walked over to where I was hidden and stooped down to inspect the dirt.
