Three days
later he received a mail from Urufu in the morning. It was terse, and
to the point: “Found him. Done.”
That started a
nightmarish ping pong game of messages which forced Ryu to
re-evaluate his friendship with Urufu.
“What do you
mean with 'Done' more exactly?”
Two hours
later the answer arrived. “Police. Dead.”
“Whoa!
Urufu, what did he do? Dead, did you two get into a fight? Was he
shot?”
Ryu ate a late
lunch when Urufu finally responded. “Worked in restaurant. Married.
Prison.”
“Urufu!
Please more information!”
And that
information waited until three in the afternoon to materialise. “Prey
married after school. Pregnant wife. Found him in restaurant. Called
police.”
“Urufu. I
understand the police part, but what do you mean with dead?”
Ryu deserted
his mother in the middle of their late dinner when his phone beeped
next time. “Nakagawa nullified marriage. Prey to prison. Killed
himself.”
“Urufu! Did
he suicide! That's too much. I need to understand what happened.”
The last
message didn't arrive until after Ryu had fallen asleep, and it was
the first thing in the morning that he noticed. “Lost family.
Suicide. Good riddance.”
Almost a day
it took. Ryu answering more or less immediately when he received a
message and Urufu waiting for hours before he sent one back.
Ryu decided
against answering that last message. Instead he called his sister.
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