what the identification in his pocket said."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"And we don't have that body's head."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Kawamura stood up, paced the one step that the space in the room allowed, then sat down.
"Have we confirmed the identity of that body?" asked Kawamura.
"Yes," replied one of the fingerprinters. "And we confirmed his prints with his employers."
Kawamura looked up at the man. Although non-Japanese residents are mandatorily fingerprinted, Japanese rarely are, unless they have criminal records.
"His employers maintained records for everyone working there," continued the fingerprinters.
"Where?" asked Kawamura.
"Next-door," answered the man.
"Next-door to the police station?"
"No, next-door to the club," said the man. "The Russian embassy," he added.
Kawamura again rose from his chair, paced the one step back and forth for nearly a minute, and returned to his seat.
"Are you certain, I mean, that he works for the Russian embassy?"
"Yes, certain," said the fingerprint expert. "And the funny thing is that he was not invited to the party—in fact no one can imagine why he was there in formal dress. He was only a security guard."
Kawamura gazed at the man in silence, then shifted his eyes to the ceiling of his office.
"I will have to inform Chief Arai of this new development," he announced finally. "Then we will go to the club and find the other head, and the other body."
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