Volume 3 Chapter 0 (1/2)
t.i.tle: Koushounin series 03
Koushounin wa Furikaeru [交渉人は振り返る]
Chapter: Prologue
Page: 009 – 018
Author: Eda Yuuri [榎田 尤利]
Ill.u.s.trator: Nara Chiharu [奈良 千春]
Publisher: Taiyō Tos...o...b..>
Year of Release: 2009
Disclaimer:
Eda Yuuri is the original author of this work, and this is a fan translation. Feel free to re-post this elsewhere if you like but please credit this site. I did buy the original copy of this book, along with the rest of the series, so it'll be great if you can support her by buying her books.
By the way, this work contains BL, or h.o.m.o-eroticism.
Note:
I have been a big fan of the Koushounin series by Eda Yuuri ever since I got my hands on the BLCDs for the first and second installments of the series, and have been waiting patiently for the BLCDs for the third installment onward… to no avail. It has been 8 years since the sensei published Koushounin wa Furikaeru, and I am beginning to accept that there might be no BLCD after all.
Nevertheless, the fujos.h.i.+ doesn’t give up. The following is my attempt at the English translation of the rest of the series.
Prologue
Horikawa Masayos.h.i.+ was feeling nervous.
To put it a little more accurately, he was a bundle of nerves, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
A year had pa.s.sed since he started kōban duty in Kikukawa District One. He was now used to patrolling the area, giving directions, and processing lost items. Countless of times, he has had to take care of drunks and carry on his back elderly people who had become unable to walk halfway through a stroll. It seemed to him that up to now, he had done everything he could to ensure that the residents in that area were able to go about their daily lives with peace of mind. Due to his efforts, the residents slowly began to remember his face and his name. Even kids from the neighborhood primary school have taken to half teasing him by calling him 'Seigi the policeman'. In truth, the characters in his name were read as 'Masayos.h.i.+', and not the alternate reading 'Seigi', which means 'justice'.
Naturally, this name was given to him by his father, who was a former policeman.
His father, who pa.s.sed on early, had no affinity for career success and had remained a.s.signed to kōban duty for a long time. Detective themed TV dramas were popular when Masayos.h.i.+ was still a child, thus he had inadvertently lied his friends on one occasion. “My father is a detective!” he had said. Of course, he was almost immediately exposed and they had rebuked him firmly for his lie. “Isn’t he just a regular policeman?” they had taunted him, and he was so embarra.s.sed, so mortified, that he went crying to his father, asking him: 'Why aren't you a police detective?' He remembered that his father had laughed, but he also remembered getting a proper beating from his rather short tempered and old fas.h.i.+oned mother.
But now, he understood.
Being a detective might be cool, but there is no way in which being a policeman on kōban duty will be uncool. Both professions are just as important as the other. The only difference is that one usually ended up being depicted in TV dramas and movies, and one did not. There is no doubt that his father had taken pride in his job.
Masayos.h.i.+, too, is satisfied with his current job.
For the past year, the area under his kōban's jurisdiction had not seen major cases such as murder cases. s.n.a.t.c.h thefts using bicycles, however, were frequent and were causing a problem, and Masayos.h.i.+ paid special attention to cyclists during his patrols. Even fatalities due to traffic accidents, up to now, has been zero.
”I… I will definitely put him under arrest,” said Masayos.h.i.+, in a voice that was shrill from nervousness.
He has been to crime scenes before, but most of the time the crime had already taken place. This was his first time on the front line, at a place at which a crime was about to happen.
”Un un, please arrest him,” said the man fiddling with the toolbox beside him. He spoke nonchalantly, in a voice that was in contrast with Masayos.h.i.+'s jittery one.
Masayos.h.i.+ was with that man in the dressing area of bathroom; a narrow s.p.a.ce, surrounded by a was.h.i.+ng machine, a washbasin and a shelf containing towels, among other things.
Thirty minutes ago, he received communication with the Criminal Investigation Dept. of the main branch office. They told him that a seventy-two-year-old lady who lived in his a.s.signed area had reported an incidence of alleged wire transfer fraud.
It seems that she had received a sudden phone call from her grandson, whom she had not met for many years. Her grandson was nineteen years of age and the person on the phone managed to introduce himself using the correct name and also named the university he was going to correctly. She also felt that his voice was similar to her grandson's. Despite all these, she felt that something was off.
In a brisk, lucid tone that belied that fact that she was past seventy, she explained that he had claimed, half crying, that he had broken highly priced chinaware while doing his part time job, and since he was not a full time worker and was not covered by company insurance, he was in immediate need of two million yen as his employers had demanded that he compensate for the loss.
Isn't it a little strange that a part time worker would be made to pay compensation? This has to be a scam, she thought. She did think of hanging up on him, but then again recently one of her friends had been deceived by the same, and feeling angry for this friend, she pretended to fall for his trick.
Thereupon, the person on the phone pretending to be her grandson shamelessly said: ”Right now, there have been cases of wire transfer fraud, haven't there? I don't think you should transfer the money at a bank or a post office. Even though I am not scamming you or anything, the people at those places can be really persistent and annoying. Tell you what, I'll provide a motorbike courier, so just pa.s.s the money to him. I think this is the fastest and the most reliable way of going about it.”
Banks and the police are already on the lookout for the modus operandi of giving instructions over the phone and having the victim go to the bank to transfer the money. The con-men are aware of this too, and have conspired to use motorbike couriers instead. They may either send one of themselves dressed up as a courier, but there are also cases in which legitimate bicycle couriers are used.
However, in this case, the courier he specified did not exist.
Originally, this was a situation in which the Criminal Investigation Dept. should send their men. However, it so happened that the department was caught up in other investigations and lacked manpower, thus Masayos.h.i.+, who was on duty in the area's kōban, was requested to fall in as reinforcement.
Two detectives from the Criminal Investigation Dept. were also present and were hiding in the kitchen, which was beside the living room.
”Really, I can't let these guys off…” Masayos.h.i.+ muttered. The man went, 'Precisely!' while holding against the wall some sort of device which resembled a remote control.
”… Excuse me, what is that?” Masayos.h.i.+ asked.
”This? This is a stud sensor. This allows you to know what structure lies within the walls. I can't drive a nail into a wall which doesn't contain a wall stud, can I?” the man explained with a smile.
Judging from the half built wooden construct next to him, Masayos.h.i.+ surmised that he was about to install a wooden shelf on the wall. However, he didn't look like a contractor from the way he was dressed in a business s.h.i.+rt and a tie. The man looked like he was in his thirties, with genteel features and a pleasant voice.
”Sayuri-san said she wanted a shelf here to put towels on, and well… there was that fraudulent phone call, too. Anyway, I had acquired some wooden planks, and I wanted to finish making it by today.”
”Oh…kay. Are you a relative of hers or something?”
”Nope. A colleague.”
”I see.”
”Ah, no, that's not quite right. I am, after all, her boss… but I often get scolded by her instead. Even though I am her boss…”
While muttering to himself, he started to make markings on the wall using a red pencil. Masayos.h.i.+ couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.
”Nevertheless, these money wiring scams are troublesome, aren't they?” The man said in earnest.
”Erm, yes.” Masayos.h.i.+ agreed, before continuing,”If you compare the overall number of cases, the numbers show a temporary decrease… Even so, the number of victims remain high. Furthermore, the schemes the scammers concoct are steadily getting more and more ingenious.”
”That would seem to be so. But then again, to use a fake motorbike courier would have been riskier than using a das.h.i.+ko. There are quick witted people like Sayuri-san around, after all.”
”That is true. Erm… are you a.s.sociated with the police in any way?”
A das.h.i.+ko referred to the person in wire transfer scam who is in charge of withdrawing the cash from the bank account. Masayos.h.i.+ learnt this term in the anti-wire transfer strategy meetings back in the station, but he wondered if this term had slipped into everyday usage, that even civilians would use it.
”Certainly not.” The man answered him smilingly, as he remained standing in front of the wall.
Then what is he, exactly, was what Masayos.h.i.+ was about to ask when the sounds of a motorbike engine drew near. “He’s here.” said the two detectives in the kitchen via wireless radio to him, and Masayos.h.i.+ answered: “Roger.” before moving to stand right outside the sliding door.