Hiroshima


He nearly slipped on a breast implant! Twenty-three years into his career, Inspector Sato considered himself the epitome of professionalism. Nothing he had seen at a crime scene in this time had yet surprised him, but this... This was too absurd!

“These instruments here were discovered stolen from Hiroshima University Hospital this afternoon. A nurse there was killed. We have video of a lone man entering the building in distress…”

“Why was I not informed of this when it occurred?” Demanded Sato.

“We ascertained that is was drug related. Morphine was missing. It did not seem to be part of your case until now.”

Sato calmed himself, closing his eyes from the sight of the young lieutenant detective. He repeated softly, “Until now… I see. From this moment on, please assume everything is within the purview of my case. I wish to see every crime scene.”

“Yes sir, of course”, replied the detective, bowing slightly.

“Please continue your report.”

“The instruments from the hospital were used here to eviscerate the victim.” As he said this and glanced at the pile of organs that was at one time a woman in full form he turned a shallow green, bowed, and hurried from the room.

Inspector Sato held his nose and peered closely at the woman’s crotch. He said to a medical officer: “Look here. Is that semen? There, dribbling from her vagina. Take a sample.”

He walked from the room, convinced it was the man he could not apprehend who was responsible for the mess in room 1584.


SMR 99.11.22