Escape - 5

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Surrender

Takeshi walked over to his senior's car, which was waiting for him in the parking lot of the police station. My senior got out of the car and waved at me.

"Takeshi, over here. Good work, you've had a tough day. I saw your broken car.” Takeshi’s senior colleague said.

"Oh, thank you. It's in a miserable state, my car.” Takeshi replied sadly.

"Yeah, Takeshi's car is pretty much destroyed. However, I can't even tell what's broken on the Mercedes Benz. I knew the Mercedes Benz was tough. OK, It's no use talking about it here, it's getting late, let's go home."

At the senior's urging, Takeshi climbed into the passenger seat. Feeling relieved, he felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him. Soon, they arrived at the senior's apartment. When they walked in the door, the senior's wife was waiting for them. On the dining table, simple snacks and a glass of beer were set up. Takeshi had heard a rumor that the senior couple were quite a dreadful couple, but it seems he was wrong. Takeshi felt that the wife was smiling and very kind.

"Hi, Takeshi, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
Come on, sit down and relax."

"Thank you very much. I'll be right up."

"Have you found the man yet?”

"Yes, I think he got away. It's a good inconvenience. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm annoying you too."

"It's okay, don't worry about it. We don't usually talk to each other. Right, darling?"

"No, you can't say that. You're in front of a cute junior. You should be more respectful to your husband.”

I finally started to laugh. Thanks to his wife, he felt a little better and drank the beer that had been poured for him. In the meantime, the futon was laid out in the guest room, and Takeshi was overwhelmed by the hospitality of the senior's wife. Of course, he didn't have a change of clothes, so he borrowed his senior's pajamas, took a shower, and went to sleep. As soon as Takeshi got into the futon, he fell asleep as if he were falling. The time was already close to three in the morning. It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and the senior couple seemed to have cleaned up and gone into the bedroom.

For some reason, after this, Takeshi's grandfather appeared in his dream and said, "Takeshi, The man with the driver's license is going to show up in the morning. Make sure you get your car repaired. I want you to have no regrets."

It was now 7:30 in the morning. The morning sun was already shining. A delicious smell wafted from the kitchen. For a moment, Takeshi didn't know where he was, but then he thought, "Oh, I see. I had an accident last night and was forced to stay at my senior's house," he thought to himself as he folded the futon and emerged from the guest room. I was sure that I hadn't slept enough and my brain was not still awake.

"Good morning.”

"Good morning, did you sleep?" He was already reading the newspaper.

"Thank you for everything.”

Realizing that last night had not been a dream after all, Takeshi decided to accept the reality. He couldn't help but think how relieved he would have been if he had woken up in his own home. He had to accept what had happened. Today I would have to go to the police station before nine in the morning and then to the laboratory. I'm also worried about the project, but it can't be helped. I was treated to breakfast and left the apartment with my senior to take me to the police station. I decided to contact my senior again and take the morning off from the laboratory for now. I was relieved when my senior colleague said he would explain the situation to his boss after coming to work. However, I had a feeling that my boss might say, "That's why I told you not to commute by private car." Thinking about this made me feel heavy.

I arrived at the police station at 8:30, earlier than I had planned. I wondered what had really happened to the arrest warrant, so I opened the door and walked in. I told the counter what had happened, and was ushered into a reception-like area where another officer, not the one from last night, entered. He seemed to be working in shifts and was in charge of the case. However, he seemed to have taken over the job and had a good grasp of what happened last night. As soon as he sat down on the chair, the officer opened his mouth.

"It was really tough last night. Thank you very much for your cooperation until late last night. The assailant, Mr. Takaki, turned himself in at around eight o'clock this morning. He was a man who runs many gas stations. I've been listening to him in a separate room, and it seems that he is being strictly instructed by his staff. I'm checking based on the report I made last night based on your explanation, and it seems that he has generally admitted and apologized. However, he still seems to deny drinking."

"I see. But where did he disappear to on such a mountainous road? That's what I'm really wondering."

"Oh, you mean that? It seems that the person he called from the phone booth was actually his mistress who lived nearby, and she immediately drove over to pick him up.  It seems that he turned off his lights and approached the phone booth when he saw it from the other side of the road, the direction from which the police car came. Since it was a mini-car, he had no problem making a U-turn on the narrow road and ran straight to his mistress's house. He knew that he would be in trouble if he didn't show up in the morning, so he came here at eight in the morning. So he came here at eight o'clock in the morning, and was instructed even more strictly. It's not something a good adult would do."

The police officer in charge continued with the matter that was bothering Takeshi the most, "Well, and as for the perpetrator's voluntary insurance, since they are well covered, I think your car can be dealt with by talking to the insurance company. I hope it all comes back together nicely."

"So can we move the car now, so we can arrange for repairs as soon as possible?" Takeshi said.

"I've already taken pictures, so it's okay, but please don't drive it on public roads with the broken window glass. Please call the maintenance shop and have them come pick it up.  I'm sorry, but please do." The police officer said.

"I understand. I will."

The assailant, a man named Takagi, seemed to have been given quite a lecture. When we were leaving the police station around 9:00 a.m., Mr. Takagi had just been released and was coming out. He looked at me, and I thought he was going to approach me to apologize, but he turned around and got into a waiting mini-car and drove away. I wondered if that was the car of his mistress. He should have at least apologized to me, but I felt again that he was really rude.

"I wondered if Grandpa knew about it and if it had appeared in my dream.　That's ridiculous."

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