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doing? But you don't remember a thing, do you. No wounds on you, though, that's a<br />
relief. No real pain, either--except for that throbbing in your left shoulder. So<br />
the blood's gotta be from somebody else, not you. Somebody else's blood.<br />
Anyway, you can't stay here forever. If a patrol car happens to spot you<br />
here, covered with blood, you're up a creek, my friend. Course going back to the<br />
hotel might not be a good idea. You don't know who might be lying in wait, ready<br />
to jump you. You can't be too careful. Looks like you've been involved in some<br />
crime, something you don't remember. Maybe you were the perp. Who knows?<br />
Lucky thing you got all your stuff with you. You were always careful enough<br />
to lug everything you own around in that heavy backpack. Good choice. You did<br />
what's right, so don't worry. Don't be afraid. Everything's going to work out.<br />
'Cause remember--you're the toughest fifteen-year-old on the planet, right? Get a<br />
hold of yourself! Take some deep breaths and start using your head. Things'll be<br />
fine. But you gotta be very careful. That's real blood we're talking about-somebody<br />
else's blood. And we're not just talking a drop or two. As we speak I'll<br />
bet somebody's trying to track you down.<br />
Better get a move on. There's only one thing to do, one place you gotta go<br />
to. And you know where that is.<br />
I take a couple of deep breaths to calm down, then pick up my pack and get<br />
out of the restroom. I crunch along the gravel, the mercury light beating down on<br />
me, and try to get my brain in gear. Throw the switch, turn the crank, get the old<br />
thought process up and running. But it's no go--not enough juice in the battery to<br />
get the engine to turn over. I need someplace that's safe and warm. That I can<br />
escape to for a while and pull myself together. But where? The only place that<br />
<strong>com</strong>es to mind is the library. But the Komura Library's shut until tomorrow at<br />
eleven, and I need somewhere to lie low till then.<br />
I <strong>com</strong>e up with an alternative. I sit down where nobody can spot me and take<br />
the cell phone from my backpack. I check to see it's still connected, then take<br />
Sakura's phone number from my wallet and punch in the numbers. My fingers still<br />
aren't working well, and it takes a few times before I get the whole number right.<br />
I don't get her voice mail, thank God. Twelve rings later she answers. I tell her<br />
my name.<br />
"Kafka Tamura," she repeats, not exactly thrilled. "Do you have any idea how<br />
late it is? I've got to get up early tomorrow."<br />
"I know, I'm sorry to call so late," I tell her. My voice sounds tense. "But<br />
I had no choice. I'm sort of in trouble, and you're the only one I could think<br />
of."<br />
No response on the other end. Seems like she's checking my tone of voice,<br />
weighing it in her mind.<br />
"Is it something... serious?" she finally asks.<br />
"I can't tell you right now, but I think so. You've got to help me. Just<br />
this once. I promise I won't be a bother."<br />
She gives it some thought. Not like she's confused or anything, just<br />
thinking it over. "So where are you?"<br />
I tell her the name of the shrine.<br />
"Is that in Takamatsu City?"<br />
"I'm not totally sure, but I think so."<br />
"You don't even know where you are?" she says, dumbfounded.<br />
"It's a long story."<br />
She lets out a sigh. "Grab a cab and <strong>com</strong>e to the Lawson's convenience store<br />
on the corner near my apartment. They have a big sign and you can't miss it." She<br />
gives me the directions. "Do you have money for a cab?"<br />
"I'm good," I say.<br />
"All right," she says and hangs up.<br />
I go out the torii gate at the entrance to the shrine and head for the main<br />
road to flag down a cab. It doesn't take long. I ask the driver if he knows the<br />
Lawson's on that corner, and he says he does. When I ask if it's far, he says no,<br />
about a ten-dollar ride.