It was boring. A small thing that he kept mostly in Japanese style. The couch was a futon that folded down into a bed across from where the tv hung. The little dinette had the low table and little else.

There was another futon in the bedroom, and a proper desk and boxes taking up most of the wall.

However, there is one tiny bookshelf with little knickknacks, and on top of it was the answer to an unspoken question: a tiny family shrine, with pictures of parents. Next to them if the photo of a young man in a police uniform, clearly not Japanese.

All of them are bracketed with black ribbon.

Zenigata did the dishes in silence.