The Samurai's Wife Part 7

"What about suspects?"

"That ledger I brought contains Yoriki Hos.h.i.+na's report on the investigation he did before we got here. He's cleared most of the palace residents of suspicion by confirming their alibis. But there are some people whose whereabouts at the time of the murder remain unknown. One is Emperor Tomohito, and another his cousin Prince Momozono." Sano explained that they'd discovered the body, then said, "I can't subject them to questioning by a woman. It would be a gross impropriety."

Reiko nodded, sadly conceding Sano's point. She saw the murder case moving farther and farther beyond her grasp. Nevertheless, something that he'd said gave her hope.

"If the emperor is one suspect and the prince is another," Reiko said, "then it sounds as though there are additional suspects. Who are they?"

"The emperor's mother, Lady Jokyoden, and his consort, Lady Asagao."

From the chagrin on his face, Reiko could tell that Sano hadn't wanted to tell her. "It wouldn't violate any customs for the wife of the shogun's representative to call on the women of the Imperial Court," she said, so delighted by this turn of events that she forgave Sano's attempt to conceal information. "I'll go tomorrow."

"Even though it's socially acceptable for you to visit Lady Jokyoden and Lady Asagao, there's still the threat of danger," Sano said. "I don't know of any historical incidences of a woman having the power of kiai, and it seems likely that the murderer is a man, but we can't yet rule out the possibility that the emperor's mother or consort killed Left Minister Konoe. For you to go prying into their business is too big a risk."

"The Imperial Court doesn't know that I help you with investigations," Reiko said. "When I visit the women, they'll think it's just a social courtesy."

"If they guess your real purpose, the consequences could be fatal," Sano said.

The room's cozy atmosphere chilled and darkened with the memory of a recent time when a killer had seen through Reiko's false pretenses while investigating the murder of the shogun's favorite concubine. Stifling a s.h.i.+ver, Reiko involuntarily placed a hand on her abdomen, where a new, fragile life might have just begun. She read in Sano's eyes his resolve to prevent another disaster.

"I've learned a lot since then," she said. "I won't let the emperor's mother and consort guess that I know they're suspects. Besides, women speak more frankly to one another than to men. Court ladies are probably unaccustomed to meeting samurai officials. I have a better chance of getting the information you need."

Sano nodded in reluctant agreement, then frowned, placing his chopsticks together across the center of his rice bowl and contemplating the equally divided contents.

Reiko sensed in him the struggle between love and duty, between caution and the need to employ every possible method to solve the case. Taking Sano's strong, hard hands in her small, slender ones, she said, "When we married, our lives and our honor were joined forever. I want to deliver the killer to justice as much as you do. For good or bad, I share your fate. Shouldn't I do everything in my power to bring us success?"

They shared a long look. Then Sano clasped Reiko's hands, expelled a breath, and nodded, his misgivings obvious. But triumph filled Reiko. She had enough faith in their partners.h.i.+p for both of them.

At Nijo Castle, a servant entered the White Parlor, bowed, and said to Chamberlain Yanagisawa, "Your visitor has arrived."

"Good. I'll receive him in the Grand Audience Hall." Yanagisawa turned to Aisu. "I'll handle this alone."

Disapproval flickered in Aisu's eyes. "But how can you be sure he's trustworthy?" Yanagisawa had been communicating with his chief Miyako agent via written messages; they'd never actually met. But now, with operations under way, face-to-face contact was necessary. "You need protection."

Aisu hated being excluded from important business, Yanagisawa knew; he feared that someone else would steal his master's favor. However, as a general precaution, Yanagisawa never shared all the details of a scheme with anyone, lest too much knowledge give other men power over him. Thus, he didn't want Aisu at this secret meeting between himself and the man through whom he would achieve his purpose.

"No one would dare attack me here," Yanagisawa said. "You're dismissed. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes, master." Aisu bowed resentfully.

In the Grand Audience Hall, a mural of gnarled pine trees on a gilt background decorated the wall behind the dais. Carved peac.o.c.ks graced transoms; on the coffered ceiling, painted flowers glittered in the flames of many lanterns. Doors with ornate ta.s.sels marked rooms where guards stood watch. Exterior sliding walls were open to a garden landscaped entirely without trees, so that falling leaves could not evoke thoughts about the transience of life or political power. Indian lilac sent a smoky perfume into the castle.

Chamberlain Yanagisawa sat upon the dais. An attendant opened the door at the distant opposite end of the room and announced, "The Honorable Hos.h.i.+na Sogoru, senior police commander of Miyako."

Toward Yanagisawa strode the tall samurai, clad in a dark cobalt kimono. As Yoriki Hos.h.i.+na neared the dais, the sight of his powerful build and handsome, angular face caused a flash of s.e.xual desire in Yanagisawa. Hos.h.i.+na's heavy-lidded eyes regarded Yanagisawa with speculative interest. Then his full lips curved in a brief, bold smile. Yanagisawa instinctively recognized Hos.h.i.+na as a man who liked men-and shared his attraction.

"Welcome," Yanagisawa said, marveling that written words conveyed so little of the writer's person. The yoriki's businesslike letters describing the circ.u.mstances of Left Minister Konoe's death and the results of his preliminary inquiries hadn't prepared Yanagisawa for meeting Hos.h.i.+na in the flesh.

Hos.h.i.+na knelt before the dais and bowed. "Thank you, Honorable Chamberlain. It's a privilege to serve you."

"Did anyone see you enter the castle?"

Contemplating the yoriki, Yanagisawa admired the sculpted muscles of Hos.h.i.+na's arms and chest. He'd spent the past nine months trying to forget his dead lover s.h.i.+chisaburo, but although he'd gone through scores of partners, male and female, none had banished the memory of losing the only person who had ever loved him. Now, however, Hos.h.i.+na might prove to be a welcome diversion. Still, Yanagisawa sensed danger in their attraction.

"I don't think so," Hos.h.i.+na said. "I came alone, through the back gate, as you ordered." A glimmer of mischief brightened his somber gaze, as if he'd read Yanagisawa's thoughts.

He had a good opinion of himself, Yanagisawa thought, but not unjustifiably. Hos.h.i.+na had first come to Yanagisawa's attention three years ago. Local metsuke spies had recommended the yoriki as a man of talent whose job put him in a good position to monitor the activities of Miyako's citizens. Since then, Hos.h.i.+na had reported on these in regular dispatches to Edo. Yanagisawa had been impressed with the quality of the information Hos.h.i.+na sent; routine double checks always proved it reliable. Hos.h.i.+na was also a competent detective, but it remained to be seen whether he was capable of more difficult, complex work.

"Tell me what happened with Sano today," Yanagisawa said.

"I took him and his detectives to the Imperial Palace to see where Left Minister Konoe died."

Hos.h.i.+na lowered his eyes respectfully, but Yanagisawa could feel the yoriki taking measure of him. No doubt Hos.h.i.+na knew all about the enmity between himself and Sano. Yanagisawa guessed that the yoriki had also done some research on him. He noted Hos.h.i.+na's immaculately knotted and oiled hair, and the elegant silk kimono patterned with silver trees and rivers: Hos.h.i.+na had groomed himself for this occasion.

"Did you win Sano's trust?" Even as Yanagisawa recognized Hos.h.i.+na's ploy as one he himself had used on the shogun, he admired the yoriki's daring.

"As much as possible," said Hos.h.i.+na. A note of pride, veiled with modesty, echoed in his voice. "He clearly knows better than to trust a man he's just met, but he requested my particular a.s.sistance. He didn't seem to suspect that I'm anything besides a policeman who wants to advance his career."

"Excellent. I need someone to keep me informed on Sano's progress." Yanagisawa also needed the benefit of Sano's expertise to help him solve the case. "What did Sano deduce from the crime scene?"

"He decided that the sound heard on the night of Left Minister Konoe's death was a spirit cry," Hos.h.i.+na said. A faint, derisive smile twisted his lips. "But I don't believe that a spirit cry killed Konoe, because kiai is just superst.i.tion, and I told Sano as much."

The idea of kiai seemed like superst.i.tion to Yanagisawa, too. Still, nothing else could explain the condition of the corpse, and he couldn't encourage Hos.h.i.+na's disturbing tendency to take the initiative and a.s.sert himself. "You shouldn't have disagreed with Sano," he said. "I don't want you to antagonize him. From now on, keep your opinions to yourself."

Bowing his head, Hos.h.i.+na said, "Yes, Honorable Chamberlain. Please forgive me."

"Very well," Yanagisawa said, mollified. He mused, "I'm sure there will be some circ.u.mstance of the case that I can use as a weapon against Sano. What did you tell him about the murder?"

"I said I'd done a preliminary investigation and identified Emperor Tomohito, Prince Momozono, Lady Jokyoden, and Lady Asagao as suspects," Hos.h.i.+na said, "just as your message ordered. He knows there was a cover-up by the Imperial Court, and that Konoe banned everyone from the Pond Garden that night."

Yanagisawa nodded his approval. "Much as I dislike making things easy for Sano, you had to convince him that you're competent and honest by giving him useful information that will stand up to any checking he may do. But you didn't tell him about your other findings, did you?"

"No, and I'm sure he doesn't even suspect that there are any."

Yanagisawa smiled. The withheld information, which he deemed more valuable than what Hos.h.i.+na had revealed to Sano, gave him an advantage over his enemy. "What else happened?"

"Sano interviewed the Konoe household," Hos.h.i.+na said.

"And?" Although Hos.h.i.+na had made discreet inquiries among the victim's a.s.sociates before Sano arrived in Miyako, it was possible that Sano had turned up clues that Yanagisawa wouldn't want him to have.

"It was a waste of time."

"I suppose Sano inspected Konoe's chambers." Yanagisawa had sent Aisu to search Konoe's house and remove everything of potential interest prior to Sano's visit. Several chests of papers were now in Yanagisawa's possession. "He didn't find anything important, did he?"

Hos.h.i.+na hesitated, then said, "Actually, he may have." Seeing Yanagisawa's frown, the yoriki hastened to add, "There were things hidden in places that would have been overlooked, had Sano not searched as thoroughly as he did. It's understandable that your man missed them."

The news of yet another mistake by the formerly reliable Aisu infuriated Yanagisawa. He couldn't afford to tolerate errors, and he must find a new chief retainer soon.

"Sano found some letters in a secret compartment," Hos.h.i.+na said. "They were written by Left Minister Konoe to his former wife, Kozeri."