“The killer needed to cut off the left arm... but he did not bring the right leg with him. He just tossed it into the bathroom. What does that mean?”
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“Either way, we’re going over there this afternoon... but I’d like to spend a few hours here first.”
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“That sounds fine, Oh, yeah, there was a photo album belonging to the victim in that cabinet, Misora.
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Probably worth checking out. You might be able to find something about the victim’s personality, or her friends...”
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“Okay. I’ll do that.”
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Ryuzaki turned his attention back to the file, and Misora stood up and made a beeline for the bathroom sink. She could no longer bear the grainy feeling in her mouth. She quickly gargled, but once was hardly enough, so she repeated the action two or three times.
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She considered trying to contact L again. There had been no answer earlier, so... no, yesterday had been a house, but in a tiny apartment like this there was no getting away from Ryuzaki. Even if she called from the bathroom, he wouldn’t even need to move over to the door to hear her. She would have to tell L about the attack eventually... or was that not something L would care about?
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Misora looked up and saw her face in the mirror.
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Naomi Misora.
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This was her.
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That much was clear.
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Everyone knows the sensation of staring at a word for a long period of time until you start to wonder if it is really spelled correctly. In the same way, it was possible to doubt oneself, to wonder how long one could really be oneself. Was she still herself?
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Which is why this was so important.
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Why she stared at her reflection, confirming it again.
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“But does L do the same?” she wondered suddenly. The century’s greatest detective, someone who never showed himself in public, his identity unknown. How many people could say for sure that L was L? Was there anyone at all? Naomi Misora had no way of knowing, but she wondered if L, looking in a mirror, would even know who it was looking back at him.
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“A mirror... a mirror?”
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Hmm.
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She almost had something there.
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A mirror... right and left reversed in the reflection... reflected light... light reflecting off a smooth surface... glass, silver nitrate aqueous solution... silver? No, the material didn’t matter, it was the quality that was important... that quality... the reflection of light... no, the reversal of right and left... in opposition?
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“Opposition... the opposite... reversed!”
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Misora bolted out of the bathroom, back to the table. Ryuzaki looked up from the file in surprise, his black-rimmed eyes opening wide.
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“What’s wrong?” he asked.
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“The picture!”
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“Hunh?”
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“The photograph!”
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Oh, you mean from the third crime scene?” Ryuzaki asked, placing the photograph on the table once more. The corpse, with the left arm and right leg severed. Misora pulled two other photographs out of her bag and placed them next to it. Crime scene photos of the first and second victims. Pictures of all the victims, showing the condition in which they were found.
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“Notice anything, Ryuzaki?”
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“What?”
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“Anything about these photographs strike you as unnatural?”
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“They’re all dead?”
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“Being dead is not unnatural.”
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“How philosophic.”
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“Be serious. Look—the bodies are in different positions. Believe Bridesmaid is on his back, Quarter Queen is on her front, and Backyard Bottomslash is on her hack. Back, front, back.” And you see a pattern in this? Connecting it to the nine days, four days, nine days between the murders? Meaning that tomorrow the fourth victim will be found lying on her front?”
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“No, not at all. I mean, that might be true, but... I was thinking of a different possibility. In other words, the very fact that Quarter Queen’s corpse was left lying on her front is itself unnatural.” Ryuzaki’s reaction was not very satisfactory—at least, it didn’t look that way Perhaps what Misora was trying to say wasn’t getting across. She’d only just hit upon the idea and was talking quickly, fueled by excitement, without fully thinking it through, so that was understandable. “Let me think a minute,” Misora said, sitting down in the chair next to him.
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“Misora, when thinking, I recommend this posture.”
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“‘this posture’?”
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With your knees against your chest like that? He was recommending that?
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“Seriously. It raises deductive ability by forty percent. You must try it.”
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“No, I... um... well, okay.”
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It wasn’t like he wanted her to crawl, and it couldn’t hurt to try. It might help her calm down a little from the high of inspiration.
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She assumed the posture.
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“…”
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She regretted it a lot.
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Even sadder was the fact that her ideas fell into place.
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“Well, Misora? You mean Quarter Queen being on her front is a message from the killer? Pointing to the third victim...”
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“No, not a message—this is the missing link, Ryuzaki. An extension of what you said about their initials...”
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Two weird people sitting weirdly explaining weird bits of deduction was, Misora worried, a scene of overwhelming weirdosity. Nevertheless, she pointed to each of the pictures in turn, feeling that she had long since missed her chance to put her feet back on the floor. And this posture was a great deal easier to maintain than it looked.
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“The victims’ initials—B.B., Q.Q., B.B. Having both initials be the same isn’t enough to be a missing link, but... both the first and the third victim have the same initials—B.B. If the second victim’s initials were B.B. instead of Q.Q., then that would be a missing link, right?” By simple arithmetic, twenty-six times twenty-six equals one in 676 people. Moving from matching initials to only one letter narrowed the odds by that much... and given how rare names beginning with B were, the actual number was even lower.
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“An interesting theory. But Misora, the second victim’s name is Quarter Queen, and her initials are Q.Q. Are you implying that perhaps she was killed by mistake? That the killer was aiming for someone with the initials B.B. and accidentally killed a Q.Q. instead?”
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“What are you talking about? The message at the first scene clearly said Quarter Queen. There’s no mistake there.”
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“Oh, right. I forgot.”
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Had he really forgotten? The phrase seemed phony... but if she puzzled out every one of Ryuzaki’s reactions, they’d never get anywhere.
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“Nine days, four days, nine days. B.B., Q.Q., B.B. Back, front, back. It’s certainly possible to see this as alternating, like you suggested, and I certainly considered the idea, but... the killer’s exacting approach to things makes that seem unlikely. Doesn’t suit his personality. People that anal usually behave more coherently...”
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“But the murder methods—strangulation, blunt force trauma, stabbing... they don’t show any kind of consistency.”
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“Except that they’re consistently different. He’s painstakingly trying something new every time. But alternating is different from varied. Which is why, Ryuzaki, when I was looking in the mirror a moment ago, it hit me—B and Q are shaped the same.”
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“B and Q? They’re completely different!”
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“As capital letters. But what about lower case?” Misora said, drawing the letters on the table top with her fingertip. b and q. Over and over. b and q. b and q. b and q.
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“See? Exactly the same shape! Just the other way around!”
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“So that’s why she’s face down?”
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“Exactly,” Naomi Misora nodded. ‘A rough estimate of one in 676 people have the initials B.B., so if we take that as the missing link, then the killer must have had a lot of trouble finding victims. One was easy enough, but two, three, even four... even more so. He had no choice but to use a Q.Q. instead.”
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“I agree with everything except that last sentence. I don’t believe it would be easier to find someone with the initials Q.Q. than it would be to find someone else with B.B. Even if it was, I think it’s better to view the replacement as part of a puzzle designed for the investigation team. If they were all B.B.
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right from the start, the missing link would have been too obvious. But this is only supposition. No more than a thirty percent possibility.”
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“Thirty percent...”
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Annoyingly low.
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If this were a test, she’d have failed.
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“Why?”
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“According to your theory, your conclusion is that all of that tells us why Quarter Queen was found lying face down. Face down led you to reverse theory and to b and q... but this progression doesn’t work logically, Misora.”
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“Why not?”
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“Lower case,” Ryuzaki said. “Initials are always capital letters.”
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“Oh...”
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Right.
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Initials were never written lower case. They were upper case every time. Quarter Queen was always Q.Q., never q.q. Just as B.B. was never b.b.
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“And I thought I was on to something,” Misora said, burying her face in her knees.
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So close... but even the assertion that a killer this anal would never alternate had been more than a little bit of a stretch. But even so, the connection between b and q seemed so meaningful...
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“Come now, Misora. Don’t be so disappointed.”
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Sigh...
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“Frankly, I’m glad your theory was wrong. If Quarter Queen had been killed as a substitute... that’s a horrible reason for a child in her teens to die.”