The Devotion of Suspect X: A Detective Galileo Novel (Detective Galileo Series)
Keigo Higashino
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1250002699
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Yasuko Hanaoka is a divorced, single mother who thought she had finally escaped her abusive ex-husband Togashi. When he shows up one day to extort money from her, threatening both her and her teenaged daughter Misato, the situation quickly escalates into violence and Togashi ends up dead on her apartment floor. Overhearing the commotion, Yasuko's next door neighbor, middle-aged high school mathematics teacher Ishigami, offers his help, disposing not only of the body but plotting the cover-up step-by-step.
When the body turns up and is identified, Detective Kusanagi draws the case and Yasuko comes under suspicion. Kusanagi is unable to find any obvious holes in Yasuko's manufactured alibi and yet is still sure that there's something wrong. Kusanagi brings in Dr. Manabu Yukawa, a physicist and college friend who frequently consults with the police. Yukawa, known to the police by the nickname Professor Galileo, went to college with Ishigami. After meeting up with him again, Yukawa is convinced that Ishigami had something to do with the murder. What ensues is a high level battle of wits, as Ishigami tries to protect Yasuko by outmaneuvering and outthinking Yukawa, who faces his most clever and determined opponent yet.
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with a logical answer to this question, because he knew that, in his heart, he wanted to keep going to Benten-tei. That lunchbox shop was his connection to Yasuko. If he didn’t go there, he would never see her at all. He arrived at the public phone and inserted a telephone card. The card had been a gift from another teacher—the front showed a picture of the teacher’s newborn baby. The number he dialed was for Yasuko’s cell phone. They might have put a tap on her home phone, after all. The
they pay you at that lunch shop, anyway? You can’t guarantee her future on that. Look, I want you to reconsider. Reconsider us. I’ve changed. I’m not like I was before.” “What’s changed? You working?” “I will. I’ve already found a job.” “But you’re not working yet, are you.” “I said I got a job. I’m supposed to start next month. It’s a new company, but once things get rolling, hey, you and your daughter could live the easy life.” “Thanks, but no thanks. If you’re making all that money, I’m
listening?” “Of course I was.” “Oh…” Yasuko slid her legs under the kotatsu, her head hanging. She remembered the detective asking about the kotatsu. “How could you go out to eat with someone at a time like this?” “I couldn’t say no. He—the person I went to dinner with–was very good to me in the past. And he came to find me because he was worried about me—about us. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it before.” “No, Mom, I’m fine. It’s just—” They heard the door to the next apartment open
amplifier on the wall between our apartments, I could hear her voice.” Kishitani’s pen stopped in mid-stroke and he looked up. Kusanagi knew what had stopped him. “You mean, you were eavesdropping on her?” Ishigami’s brow furrowed with surprise and he shook his head. “It wasn’t eavesdropping. She was talking to me.” “So Ms. Hanaoka knew about this listening device?” “She might not have known about the device, but she was facing the wall between our apartments when she spoke.” “So that’s why
mind went blank. She only heard half of what he was saying. Still she understood—which only fueled her confusion. “Sorry. I know it’s sudden.” Kudo grinned sheepishly. “You really don’t have to rush your response. I do want you to talk to Misato, too.” He reached out and closed the lid of the case in her hand. “There.” Yasuko couldn’t think of what to say. Words seemed almost inaccessible. There were too many images racing through her head. Pictures of Kudo, and Togashi, and Ishigami—mostly