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But driving downtown； I stayed off the car phone； and listened to the radio。 There was a report of a shooting of a three…year…old boy who was now paralyzed from the waist down。 The child was a bystander during a 7…Eleven robbery。 A stray bullet hit him in the spine and he was…
I switched to another station； got a talk show。 Ahead； I could see the lights of the downtown skyscrapers； rising into mist。 I got off the freeway at San Pedro； Connor's exit。
What I knew about John Connor was that he had lived for a time in Japan； where he acquired his knowledge of Japanese language and culture。 At one point； back in the 1960s； he was the only officer who spoke fluent Japanese； even though Los Angeles then had the largest Japanese population outside the home islands。
Now； of course； the department has more than eighty officers who speak Japanese … and more； like me； who are trying to learn。 Connor had retired several years before。 But the liaison officers who worked with him agreed he was the best。 He was said to work very fast； often solving cases in a few hours。 He had a reputation as a skilled detective and an extraordinary interviewer； able to get information from witnesses like nobody else。 But most of all； the other liaisons praised his even…handed approach。 One said to me； 〃Working with the Japanese is like balancing on a tightrope。 Sooner or later； everybody falls off on one side or the other。 Some people decide the Japanese are fabulous and can do no wrong。 Some people decide they're vicious pricks。 But Connor always keeps his balance。 He stays in the middle。 He always knows exactly what he is doing。〃
John Connor lived in the industrial area off Seventh Street； in a large brick warehouse alongside a diesel truck depot。 The freight elevator in the building was broken。 I walked upstairs to the third floor and knocked on his door。
〃It's open；〃 a voice said。
I entered a small apartment。 The living room was empty； and furnished in the Japanese style： tatami mats； shoji screens； and wood…paneled walls。 A calligraphy scroll； a black lacquer table； a vase with a single splash of white orchid。
I saw two pairs of shoes set out beside the door。 One was a man's brogues。 The other was a pair of women's high heels。
I said； 〃Captain Connor？〃
〃Just a minute。〃
A shoji screen slid back and Connor appeared。 He was surprisingly tall； maybe a hundred and ninety centimeters； well over six feet。 He wore a yukata； a light Japanese robe of blue cotton。 I estimated he was fifty…five years old。 Broad…shouldered； balding； with a trim mustache； sharp features； piercing eyes。 Deep voice。 Calm。
〃Good evening； Lieutenant。〃
We shook hands。 Connor looked me up and down； and nodded approvingly。 〃Good。 Very presentable。〃
I said； 〃I used to work press。 You never knew when you might have to appear in front of cameras。〃
He nodded。 〃And now you're the SSO on call？〃
〃That's right。〃
〃How long have you been a liaison？〃
〃Six months。〃
〃You speak Japanese？〃
〃A little。 I'm taking lessons。〃
〃Give me a few minutes to change。〃 He turned and disappeared behind the shoji screen。 〃This is a homicide？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Who notified you？〃
〃Tom Graham。 He's the OIC at the crime scene。 He said the Japanese were insisting on a liaison officer being present。〃
〃I see。〃 There was a pause。 I heard running water。 〃Is that a mon request？〃
〃No。 In fact； I've never heard of it happening。 Usually； officers call for a liaison because they have a language problem。 I've never heard of the Japanese asking for a liaison。〃
〃Neither have I；〃 Connor said。 〃Did Graham ask you to bring me？ Because Tom Graham and I don't always admire each other。〃
〃No；〃 I said。 〃Fred Hoffmann suggested I bring you in。 He felt I didn't have enough experience。 He said he was going to call you for me。〃
〃Then you were called at home twice？〃 Connor said。
〃Yes。〃
〃I see。〃 He reappeared； wearing a dark blue suit； knotting his tie。 〃It seems that time is critical。〃 He glanced at his watch。 〃When did Graham call you？〃
〃About nine。〃
〃Then forty minutes have already passed。 Let's go； Lieutenant。 Where's your car？〃
We hurried downstairs。
* * *
I drove up San Pedro and turned left onto Second； heading toward the Nakamoto building。 There was a light mist at street level。 Connor stared out the window。 He said； 〃How good is your memory？〃
〃Pretty good； I guess。〃
〃I wonder if you could repeat for me the telephone conversations you had tonight；〃 he said。 〃Give them to me in as much detail as possible。 Word for word； if you can。〃
〃I'll try。〃
I recounted my phone calls。 Connor listened without interruption or ment。 I didn't know why he was so interested； and he didn't tell me。 When I finished； he said； 〃Hoffmann didn't tell you who called for land lines？〃
〃No。〃
〃Well； it's a good idea in any case。 I never use a car phone if I can help it。 These days； too many people listen in。〃
I turned onto Figueroa。 Up ahead I saw searchlights shining in front of the new Nakamoto Tower。 The building itself was gray granite； rising up into the night。 I got into the right lane and flipped open the glove box to grab a handful of business cards。
The cards said Detective Lieutenant Peter J。 Smith； Special Services Liaison Officer； Los Angeles Police Department。 Printed in English on one side； in Japanese on the back。
Connor looked at the cards。 〃How do you want to handle this situation； Lieutenant？ Have you negotiated with the Japanese before？〃
I said； 〃Not really； no。 Couple of drunk driving arrests。〃
Connor said politely； 〃Then perhaps I can suggest a strategy for us to follow。〃
〃That's fine with me；〃 I said。 〃I'd be grateful for your help。〃
〃All right。 Since you're the liaison； it's probably best if you take charge of the scene when we arrive。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃Don't bother to introduce me； or refer to me in any way。 Don't even look in my direction。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃I am a nonentity。 You alone are in charge。〃
〃Okay； fine。〃
〃It'll help to be formal。 Stand straight； and keep your suit jacket buttoned at all times。 If they bow to you； don't bow back … just give a little head nod。 A foreigner will never master the etiquette of bowing。 Don't even try。〃
〃Okay；〃 I said。
〃When you start to deal with the Japanese； remember that they don't like to negotiate。 They find it too confrontational。 In their own society they avoid it whenever possible。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃Control your gestures。 Keep your hands at your sides。 The Japanese find big arm movements threatening。 Speak slowly。 Keep your voice calm and even。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃If you can。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃It may be difficult to do。 The Japanese can be irritating。 You'll probably find them irritating tonight。 Handle it as best you can。 But whatever happens； don't lose your temper。〃
〃All right。〃
〃That's extremely bad form。〃
〃All right；〃 I said。
Connor smiled。 〃I'm sure you'll do well；〃 he said。 〃You probably won't need my help at all。 But if you get stuck； you'll hear me say 'Perhaps I can be of assistance。' That will be the signal that I'm taking over。 From that point on； let me do the talking； I'd prefer you not speak again； even if you are spoken to directly by them。 Okay？〃
〃Okay。〃
〃You may want to speak； but don't be drawn out。〃
〃I understand。〃
〃Furthermore； whatever I do； show no surprise。 Whatever I do。〃
〃Okay。〃
〃Once I take over； move so that you're standing slightly behind me and to my right。 Never sit。 Never look around。 Never appear distracted。 Remember that although you e from an MTV video culture； they do not。 They are Japanese。 Everything you do will have meaning to them。 Every aspect of your appearance and behavior will reflect on you； on the police department； and on me as your superior and sempai。〃
〃Okay； Captain。〃
〃Any questions？〃
〃What's a sempai？〃
Connor smiled。
We drove past the searchlights； down the ramp into the underground garage。
〃In Japan；〃 he said； 〃a sempai is a senior man who guides a junior man； known as a kōhai。 The sempai…kōhai relationship is quite mon。 It's often assumed to exist whenever a younger man and an older man are working together。 They will probably assume it of us。〃
I said； 〃Sort of a mentor and apprentice？〃
〃Not exactly；〃 Connor said。 〃In Japan； sempai…kōhai has a different quality。 More like a fond parent： the sempai is expected to indulge his kōhai； and put up with all sorts of youthful excesses and errors from the junior man。〃 He smiled。 〃But I'm sure you won't do that to me。〃
We came to the bottom of the ramp； and saw the flat expanse of the parking garage ahead of us。 Connor stared out the window and frowned。 〃Where is everybody？〃
The garage of the Nakamoto Tower was full of limousines； the drivers leaning against their cars； talking and smoking。 But I saw no police cars。 Ordinarily； when there's a homicide； the place is lit up like Christmas； with lights flashing from a half…dozen black and whites； the medical examiner； paramedics； and all the rest。
But there was nothing tonight。 It just looked like a garage where somebody was having a party： elegant people standing in clusters； waiting for their cars。
〃Interesting；〃 I said。
We came to a stop。 The parking attend