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mediately bowed again； and this time he waited； bent over； staring at the floor； until Connor spoke to him in Japanese。 Ishiguro's reply； also in Japanese； was quiet and deferential。 He kept looking at the floor。
Tom Graham pulled me over by the water cooler。 〃Holy Christ；〃 he said。 〃It looks like we got a fucking confession happening here。〃
〃Yeah； maybe；〃 I said。 I wasn't convinced。 I'd seen Ishiguro change his demeanor before。
I watched Connor as he talked to Ishiguro。 The Japanese man remained hangdog。 He kept looking at the floor。
〃I never would have figured him；〃 Graham said。 〃Not in a million years。 Never him。〃
〃How is that？〃
〃Are you kidding？ To kill the girl； and then to stay in the room； and order us around。 What fucking nerves of steel。 But look at him now： Christ； he's almost crying。〃
It was true： tears seemed to be welling up in Ishiguro's eyes。 Connor took the box and turned away； crossing the room to us。 He gave me the box。 〃Deal with this。 I'm going to take a statement from Ishiguro。〃
〃So；〃 Graham said。 〃Did he confess？〃
〃To what？〃
〃The murder。〃
〃Hell； no；〃 Connor said。 〃What makes you think that？〃
〃Well； he's over there bowing and scraping… 〃
〃That's just sumimasen；〃 Connor said。 〃I wouldn't take it too seriously。〃
〃He's practically crying；〃 Graham said。
〃Only because he thinks it'll help him。〃
〃He didn't confess？〃
〃No。 But he discovered that the tapes had been removed； after all。 That means he made a serious mistake； with his public blustering in front of the mayor。 Now he could be accused of concealing evidence。 He could be disbarred。 His corporation could be disgraced。 Ishiguro is in big trouble； and he knows it。〃
I said； 〃And that's why he's so humble？〃
〃Yes。 In Japan； if you screw up； the best thing is to go to the authorities and make a big show of how sorry you are； and how bad you feel； and how you will never do it again。 It's pro forma； but the authorities will be impressed by how you've learned your lesson。 That's sumimasen： apology without end。 It's the Japanese version of throwing yourself on the mercy of the court。 It's understood to be the best way to get leniency。 And that's all Ishiguro is doing。〃
〃You mean it's an act；〃 Graham said； his eyes hardening。
〃Yes and no。 It's difficult to explain。 Look。 Review the tapes。 Ishiguro says he brought one of the VCRs； because the tapes are recorded in an unusual format； and he was afraid we wouldn't be able to play them。 Okay？〃
I opened the cardboard box。 I saw twenty small eight…millimeter cartridges； like audio cassette cartridges。 And I saw a small box； the size of a Walkman； which was the VCR。 It had cables to hook to a TV。
〃Okay；〃 I said。 〃Let's have a look。〃
The first of the tapes that showed the forty…sixth floor was a view from the atrium camera； high up； looking down。 The tape showed people working on the floor； in what looked like an ordinary office day。 We fast…forwarded through that。 Shadows of sunlight ing through the windows swung in hot arcs across the floor； and then disappeared。 Gradually； the light on the floor softened and dimmed； as daylight came to an end。 One by one； desk lights came on。 The workers moved more slowly now。 Eventually they began to depart； leaving their desks one by one。 As the population thinned； we noticed something else。 Now the camera moved occasionally； panning one or another of the workers as they passed beneath。 Yet at other times； the camera would not pan。 Eventually we realized the camera must be equipped for automatic focusing and tracking。 If there was a lot of movement in the frame … several people going in different directions … then the camera did not move。 But if the frame was mostly empty； the camera would fix on a single person walking through； and track him。
〃Funny system；〃 Graham said。
〃It probably makes sense for a security camera；〃 I said。 〃They'd be much more concerned about a single person on the floor than a crowd。〃
As we watched； the night lights came on。 The desks were all empty。 Now the tape began to flicker rapidly； almost like a strobe。
〃Something wrong with this tape？〃 Graham said； suspiciously。 〃They fucked around with it？〃
〃I don't know。 No； wait。 It's not that。 Look at the clock。〃
On the far wall； we could see the office clock。 The minute hands were sweeping smoothly from seven…thirty toward eight o'clock。
〃It's time lapse；〃 I said。
〃What is it； taking snapshots？〃
I nodded。 〃Probably； when the system doesn't detect anybody for a while； it begins to take single frames every ten or twenty seconds； until… 〃
〃Hey。 What's that？〃
The flickering had stopped。 The camera had begun to pan to the right； across the deserted floor。 But there was nobody in the frame。 Just empty desks； and occasional night lights； which flared in the video。
〃Maybe they have a wide sensor；〃 I said。 〃That looks beyond the borders of the image itself。 Either that； or it's being moved manually。 By a guard； somewhere。 Maybe down in the security room。〃
The panning image came to rest on the elevator doors。 The doors were at the far right； in deep shadow； beneath a kind of ceiling overhang that blocked our view。
〃Jeez； dark under there。 Is someone there？〃
〃I can't see anything；〃 I said。
The image began to swim in and out of focus。
〃What's happening now？〃 Graham said。
〃Looks like the automatic focus is having trouble。 Maybe it can't decide what to focus on。 Maybe the overhang is bothering the logic circuits。 My video camera at home does the same thing。 The focus gets screwed up when it can't tell what I am shooting。〃
〃So is the camera trying to focus on something？ Because I can't see anything。 It just looks black under there。〃
〃No； look。 There's someone there。 You can see pale legs。 Very faint。〃
〃Christ；〃 Graham said； 〃that's our girl。 Standing by the elevator。 No； wait。 Now she's moving。〃
A moment later； Cheryl Austin stepped from beneath the ceiling overhang； and we saw her clearly for the first time。
She was beautiful and assured。 She moved unhesitatingly into the room。 She was direct； purposeful in her movements； with none of the awkward； shuffling sloppiness of the young。
〃Jesus； she's good…looking；〃 Graham said。 Cheryl Austin was tall and slender； her short blond hair made her seem even taller。 Her carriage was erect。 She turned slowly； surveying the room as if she owned it。
〃I can't believe we're seeing this；〃 Graham said。
I knew what he meant。 This was a girl who had been killed just a few hours before。 Now we were seeing her on a videotape； walking around just minutes before her death。
On the monitor； Cheryl picked up a paperweight on one of the desks； turned it in her hand； put it back。 She opened her purse； closed it again。 She glanced at her watch。
〃Starting to fidget。〃
〃She doesn't like to be kept waiting；〃 Graham said。 〃And I bet she doesn't have much practice at it； either。 Not a girl like that。〃
She began to tap on the desk with her fingers in a distinct rhythm。 It seemed familiar to me。 She bobbed her head to the rhythm。 Graham squinted at the screen； 〃Is she talking？ Is she saying something？〃
〃It looks like it；〃 I said。 We could barely see her mouth moving。 And then I suddenly put it together； her movements； everything。 I realized I could sync her lips。 〃I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs。 I'm real nervous but it sure is fun。 Oh baby； you drive me crazy 。 。 。〃
〃Jesus；〃 Graham said。 〃You're right。 How'd you know that？〃
〃Goodness； gracious； great balls of… 〃
Cheryl stopped singing。 She turned toward the elevators。
〃Ah。 Here we go。〃
Cheryl walked toward the elevators。 Just as she stepped beneath the overhang； she threw her arms around the man who had arrived。 They embraced and kissed warmly。 But the man remained beneath the overhang。 We could see his arms around Cheryl； but we could not see his face。
〃Shit；〃 Graham said。
〃Don't worry；〃 I said。 〃We'll see him in a minute。 If not this camera； another camera。 But I think we can say this is not somebody she just met。 This is somebody she already knows。〃
〃Not unless she's real friendly。 Yeah； look。 This guy isn't wasting any time。〃
The man's hands slid up the black dress； raising her skirt。 He squeezed her buttocks。 Cheryl Austin pressed against his body。 Their clinch was intense； passionate。 Together they moved deeper into the room； turning slowly。 Now the man's back was to us。 Her skirt was bunched around her waist。 She reached down to rub his crotch。 The couple half walked； half stumbled to the nearest desk。 The man bent her back against the desk and suddenly she protested； pushing him away。
〃Ah； ah。 Not so fast；〃 Graham said。 〃Our girl has standards； after all。〃
I wondered if that was it。 Cheryl seemed to have led him on； then changed her mind。 I noticed that she had changed moods almost instantaneously。 It made me wonder if she had been acting all along； if her passion was faked。 Certainly the man did not seem particularly surprised by her sudden change。 Sitting up on the desk； she kept pushing at him； almost angrily。 The man stepped away。 His back was still to us。 We couldn't see his face。 As soon as he had stepped back； she changed again： smiling； kittenish now。 Wit