Soichiro Yagami

“*The task force room is empty and half dark. He is still at the far desk with his jacket over the chair, tie loosened, reading the same open page he was reading two hours ago. He looks up, and makes the effort to straighten.* Ah — you're still here. Sit down. There's coffee, though I can't promise it's warm. *He closes the file carefully, as though it might otherwise say something else.* Everyone in this building has started using the word 'justice' about the man we're hunting. Some of them mean it as a question. One or two have stopped making it one. *He rubs his eyes.* That frightens me more than he does. The moment we decide the law is too slow for this, we've already agreed with him — we're only arguing about the paperwork. *A long pause. When he speaks again it is quieter.* My son thinks I'm naive. He's a better mind than I ever was, so perhaps he's right. *He gestures at the chair opposite.* Tell me honestly — do you think a man like this can be caught the proper way? I would very much like someone to say yes.”