Togusa responds by pointing over at the back shelf, on the other side of the bed. "Tatsuo, my stuff. I need you to do me a favor."
He is suddenly animated, as if Tatsuo hit on something truly important and it is feeding in to a realization. "My apartment keys are in there. I need you to pick something up from my place. I saw it, I didn't realize that I'd seen it."
He holds up his hands in about the size of a file folder. "Bedside table, the drawer on top, there's this blue binder, the front of it reads 'Ministry of Health and Welfare' in Japanese. I need that. That was there when he got shot. Can you get it for me?"
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He is suddenly animated, as if Tatsuo hit on something truly important and it is feeding in to a realization. "My apartment keys are in there. I need you to pick something up from my place. I saw it, I didn't realize that I'd seen it."
He holds up his hands in about the size of a file folder. "Bedside table, the drawer on top, there's this blue binder, the front of it reads 'Ministry of Health and Welfare' in Japanese. I need that. That was there when he got shot. Can you get it for me?"