A Death in Tokyo (Detective Kaga, #3)

by Keigo Higashino

The man was immediately beneath one of the kirin statues, which, unlike the typical kirin, resemble dragons.

Wait. I just realized that I have watched the movie before. Sounds the same

Various possibilities suggested themselves: maybe he was trying to flee from his attacker, or perhaps he was looking for help. In that case, though, why had he staggered past the police station?

the whole point of funerals was to keep the family so busy they wouldn’t have the time to grieve.

So true

“The cover-up of a workplace accident is a crime. It’s definitely not a good thing to do. Still, there is nobody—nobody at all—in this world of ours who deserves to be killed.”

“Murder cases are like cancer cells. Once they get their hooks into you, the pain and misery just keep on spreading. Whether the killer gets caught or the investigation is brought to a successful conclusion doesn’t make any difference; it’s almost impossible to stop the advance of the disease.”

Women love getting something for nothing and they don’t think twice about the hassle involved. Men are different. If there’s even the slightest bit of effort involved, they’d rather just pay the money and get it over with.”

Kaga looked at her. His gaze was cool, detached. He’s got the eyes of a detective, Kaori thought. That’s the face of a man who trusts only the facts and never lets his emotions get the better of him. Appealing to a person like that is a waste of time.

“If you’re being sentimental, then that’s good news as far as I’m concerned. I’d be a whole lot more worried if you had lost all hope and had nothing to look forward to in your life.”

They’re like us with all our hopes and dreams back then, she thought. We left the sticks and hitchhiked all the way down here. We thought that was only our first step. We thought we had the whole world at our feet. We had such big dreams. We felt as though we had wings and could fly off into a bright, shining future.

“Murder really is like a cancer cell—pain and misery spreading unstoppably.”

“The living have a duty to listen to the last message of the dying

He had a vague memory of having intended to throw himself in front of a train. Dying seemed like the best thing I can do. And I still think it is—

How is lying meant to do them any good?”

If you do something wrong, just cover it up and things will sort themselves out—that’s the lesson you taught the three boys three years ago. That’s why Sugino went and did the same thing all over again. All Aoyagi wanted to do was teach his son—whom you misled so badly—what was right. If you can’t even understand that, you shouldn’t be a teacher at all. You’ve no business teaching anyone anything.”