"You called me," I said.

"Yeah."

I said, "Who is the man from Nakamoto?"

"Shit." Graham scowled at his notes. "Ishihara. Ishiguri. Something like that."

"You have his card? He must have given you his card."

"Yeah, he did. I gave it to Merino."

I said, "Any other Japanese there?"

"What are you, kidding?" Graham laughed. "The place is swarming with them. Fucking Disneyland up there."

"I mean the crime scene."

"So do I," Graham said. "We can't keep 'em out. They say it's their building, they have a right to be there. Tonight is the grand opening of the Nakamoto Tower. They have a right to be there. On and on."

I said, "Where is the opening taking place?"

"One floor below the murder, on the forty-fifth floor. They're having one hell of a bash. Must be eight hundred people there. Movie stars, senators, congressmen, you name it. I hear Madonna is there, and Tom Cruise. Senator Hammond. Senator Kennedy. Elton John. Senator Morton. Mayor Thomas's there. District Attorney Wyland's there. Hey, maybe your ex-wife is there, too, Pete. She still works for Wyland, doesn't she?"

"Last I heard."

Graham sighed. "Must be great to fuck a lawyer, instead of getting fucked by them. Must make for a nice change."

I didn't want to talk about my ex-wife. "We don't have a lot of contact any more," I said.

A little bell rang, then the elevator said, "Yonjusan kai."

Graham glanced at the glowing numbers above the door. "Can you believe that shit?"

"Yonjuyon kai," the elevator said. "Mosugu de gozaimasu."