The Iris Fan (12 page)

“I didn’t know if the tip was any good,” Sano said. “I had to investigate it first.”

“You could have told me you were going after them last night.” Reiko spoke in a controlled, civil voice.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” Sano said.

“So you let me think you were out on your regular patrol? Then Detective Marume comes home alone, covered in blood?” Reiko exclaimed, “Well, I’m upset now!”

“I’m sorry,” Sano said, keeping his voice low, hoping Reiko would follow suit. The house was so small; words spoken in one room were audible everywhere else. “I didn’t know what would happen.”

“Things always turn out badly when you take action against Lord Ienobu.” Reiko repeated what she’d been telling Sano for years: “It’s time to give up trying to prove that Lord Ienobu was responsible for Yoshisato’s murder.”

At times like this Sano wished she were a conventional wife who never criticized or opposed her husband. Her strong, independent will had attracted him to Reiko when they were first married, but he didn’t like having it turned against him; yet he had only himself to blame. He’d endangered what was left of their life together. What did she see when she looked at him? Surely not the dashing samurai she’d married, but a misguided fool.

“It’s a matter of honor,” Sano retorted.

Reiko glanced up at the ceiling, her habit when he used Bushido to justify his misdeeds. Sano knew that losing his temper was dangerous when he was exhausted and under pressure, but he felt a flare of anger at Reiko. She knew that honor was the most important value in his life, yet she wouldn’t embrace it for his sake because she didn’t care enough about him.

“A wise man knows when to stop beating his head against his wall,” she said.

“Are you calling me stupid?” Sano demanded.

“Just stubborn.”

“And you aren’t?” This trait they shared made it all the harder for them to get along, and it was worsening as they grew older. “I’m stubborn for the sake of justice.”

Reiko gave him a long look that penetrated too deeply. “It’s not only justice you want. It’s revenge on Lord Ienobu.”

“Vengeance is a matter of honor, too. It’s cowardly to let your enemy beat you and not fight back.”

“Vengeance can hurt you more than your enemy! It almost got you killed last night!”

“I’m alive to fight another day,” Sano said, folding his arms. “That’s how it goes.”

“According to Bushido?” Reiko said, “You’re investigating Yoshisato’s murder after the shogun told you to stop. That’s a violation of Bushido, which says you have to obey your lord.”

“I’m disobeying it for the shogun’s own sake, to prevent his murdering nephew from inheriting the regime! It’s my duty as a samurai to go against my lord when my lord is going the wrong way.”

“Then why not break the rule about justice and vengeance, too? Why should you be able to choose which rules to follow and which to break?”

Her logic was sound, but honor didn’t always obey logic. “There’s no use my trying to explain,” Sano said. “You refuse to understand.”

“I don’t understand why you had to report Hirata. He hasn’t done anything wrong. You could have given him a chance to shut down his secret society instead of making him a fugitive and his family outcasts.”

She never confined an argument to one subject; she dragged in all his offenses. Sano’s anger flared hotter, stoked by the frustration of unsatisfied desire. “Don’t bring that up again!”

“Of course, you don’t have to live with Midori and the children and their misery every day,” Reiko said, angry, too. “You’re hardly ever home.” She shook her head, realizing the argument had gotten off track. “What’s the use fighting Lord Ienobu? You never win.”

“There’s obviously no use expecting you to give me another chance,” Sano snapped.

“Why take another chance? The shogun doesn’t care about justice for Yoshisato. Let the fool leave the regime to Lord Ienobu, the traitor who murdered his heir. It’s what he deserves.”

“Don’t talk about the shogun like that!” Sano was horrified to hear someone criticize his lord even though he knew exactly what the shogun was.

“You’re trying to do him a service he doesn’t want, and it’s only hurting us. Haven’t we suffered enough?” Reiko spread her arms.

The gesture encompassed their cold, shabby house and her thin body. The memory of their dead child occupied the space between them like a cruel apparition. Sano supposed he’d never grieved the loss as keenly as Reiko. He hadn’t carried the child in his body or been present when it was stillborn. It had never seemed as real to him as his other children. He felt guilty for that as well as because she’d lost the baby while trying to save his life.

“It’s because we’ve suffered that I’m so determined to get Lord Ienobu.” Sano wanted desperately to make it up to Reiko, and this was the only way he knew how. “He set the events in motion that caused…” Sano couldn’t say “our baby’s death.” They didn’t talk about the baby; it was too painful.

Tears glittered in Reiko’s eyes. “Don’t make your vendetta about that. You can’t change anything that’s happened. You’ll only cause more trouble for us.”

“It’s not just about honor,” Sano said. “It’s about survival now.”

“You knew four years ago that it could come to that. If you’d quit then, we wouldn’t be in this spot. And it’s not too late for you to change.”

Sano felt the rift in their marriage widen. He fervently wished they could be as they’d once been—united, facing peril together. He loved Reiko so much that he wanted to blurt it out, but she must hate him so much that if he did, she would laugh. Would they ever find their way back to each other? It seemed impossible.

In the adjacent room, the children fretted; Midori’s anxious voice soothed them. Reiko drew a shaky breath, made an effort to calm herself for their sake. “Detective Marume said the shogun was stabbed.” She spoke as if she thought this was a safer, neutral topic. “Will you tell me what happened?”

It was as safe as an axe hanging over his head, but Sano mustn’t keep any more secrets from her. He told her about the unseen attacker. “The shogun’s wounds are serious. The doctor says it’s too soon to know if he’ll survive.”

Clasping her heart, her eyes stricken, Reiko said, “Merciful gods.”

“There’s good news,” Sano said, delaying the inevitable while he tamped down his emotions. Their argument was about to move on to even more hazardous ground, and unless he controlled himself, he would say or do something irreparably destructive. “The shogun brought me, and Masahiro, back to court. I’m chief investigator again and Masahiro is my assistant.”

Reiko brightened, then frowned, suspicious. “But why … how…?”

Bracing himself for the axe to drop, Sano said, “I’m going to investigate the attack.”

*   *   *

REIKO INTUITED WHAT
had really happened. “You mean, you volunteered?”

“Yes,” Sano admitted.

She tried to see it from Sano’s point of view instead of getting angry that he’d stepped right in the middle of another dangerous investigation. He was an experienced detective; it was his duty to find out who stabbed the shogun. She couldn’t help thinking,
He never learns!
The discomfort in his manner told her there was even more to the story that she wasn’t going to like.

“But you’ve been out of favor for four years. Why would the shogun change his mind about you all of a sudden?”

“I talked him into it. With help from Yanagisawa.”

Reiko was surprised that their enemy would lift a finger for Sano except to cut his throat, and even more disturbed to learn that Sano had gotten mixed up with Yanagisawa again. That surely meant more trouble, and she smelled Sano’s motive for volunteering to investigate the crime. “Don’t tell me: Lord Ienobu is a suspect. You think he’s responsible for the attack on the shogun.”

“He has the best motive,” Sano said, defensive. “If the shogun dies, he inherits the dictatorship.”

Reiko’s anger flared again. “You’re using the investigation to start up a new battle with Lord Ienobu! I don’t believe it!” She shook her head as she thought of the demotions, the effect on the children, and the constant fear that next time Lord Ienobu retaliated, it would be death for the whole family.

“This is my new chance to prove that Lord Ienobu is guilty of treason and take him down,” Sano said. “That’s the only way to protect us.”

“And if you can’t?”

Sano beheld her with reproach. “Why are you assuming I’ll fail?”

“After four years you still can’t convict Lord Ienobu of killing the shogun’s daughter and son. Why do you think you’ll succeed this time?”

Sano studied her as if she were a puzzling stranger. “There was a time when you would have jumped at this opportunity, no matter the risks.”

Reiko turned away from his unspoken question:
Why have you changed?
The answer hurt too much. Part of her spirit had died with the baby. It was the part that contained her courage, her taste for adventure, and her belief that she could prevail over stronger adversaries. She had become a small, frightened, helpless person who saw disaster around every corner. Sano didn’t like her new self, and neither did she. Reiko could hardly remember how she’d once been, how once she would have welcomed the prospect of a new investigation with her husband.

She could hardly remember how much in love they’d once been.

She was scared because they’d lost each other as well as the baby. She didn’t want that, but she didn’t know how to change it, and she didn’t deserve to be happy again. She was to blame for the baby’s death, not Sano, not Lord Ienobu. She was the one who’d overexerted, whose body had failed to carry the child to term, but she couldn’t bear to think about it, let alone tell Sano. Instead she salved her pain with anger.

“How is the investigation going?” Reiko flung the question at Sano like a challenge.

“We have the weapon and a potential witness.” Obviously anxious to put matters in a positive light, Sano described the iris fan and the boy who’d been sleeping with the shogun. “Also bloody footprints leading from the shogun’s chamber to the Large Interior.”

A spark of curiosity lit in Reiko despite herself. “The women are suspects?”

“So far.” Focused on convincing her that he’d made good progress, Sano didn’t notice her interest. “There are two who don’t have alibis.” He told her about Madam Chizuru and Tomoe.

This was where Reiko once would have jumped right in. Her strength as a detective lay in her ability to go places where a man couldn’t, talk to women, and extract information that they might withhold from a male detective or that might escape his notice. Her talents perfectly suited this crime. Reiko felt a stirring inside her spirit. Her fear quelled it like a foot stamping out a fire.

“There’s also the shogun’s wife,” Sano said. “I haven’t questioned her yet. She’s ill.”

Here was Lady Nobuko, her old adversary, right in the middle of another crime. Sano wasn’t the only one with samurai blood that craved revenge. When Reiko had lost the baby, Lady Nobuko had played no small role. The mention of Lady Nobuko brought back the pain of that awful day. Reiko recoiled from it. A new case that involved Lady Nobuko could only bring more trouble, and Reiko had the answer that Sano had been beating around the bush to avoid.

“So there’s no evidence against Lord Ienobu,” Reiko said flatly.

“I only started a few hours ago. You know it takes time. And there is evidence of a sort.” Sano described the connection between Ienobu and Madam Chizuru. “Lord Ienobu and Lady Nobuko are close, too. I’ll get him this time.”

Reiko felt a twinge of familiar restlessness. Once she’d never been able to sit idle while an investigation was underway and her family in danger. She was stuck in the past, but events were dislodging her, like an ocean current moving a sunken ship. Even as she resisted, she heard herself say, “I’ll help you, then. Let me question Lady Nobuko.”

Sano looked surprised that she would volunteer to help with an investigation she didn’t want him to conduct, then offended. “You think I can’t handle it by myself?”

“That’s not why I want to help,” Reiko said, dismayed because he’d misunderstood her.

“Isn’t it?” Sano’s voice was bitter. “You wanted me to stop trying to get Lord Ienobu for Yoshisato’s murder. You don’t approve of my doing this investigation, either, but you think I’m so incompetent that I’ll fail again, so you offer to help me even though you don’t want to.”

They’d fallen into a bad habit of not getting along, Reiko supposed. Not even a new case and the heightened threat to their family could break the habit. Angry at Sano for jumping to the wrong conclusion, she said, “It’s my neck in danger, too. And I want to take on Lady Nobuko.”

Sano nodded, admitting her point, frowning in concern. “Won’t your personal bias against her get in the way?”

“Won’t your personal bias against Lord Ienobu?”

Sano sighed, tired of arguing, still reluctant to give in. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“You’re calling me incompetent?” Reiko was the one on the defensive now. “After all the times I’ve helped you solve crimes?”

“That’s not what I meant!” Sano said, frustrated. “I’m talking about your health.”

Reiko knew she was so thin the wind could blow her away, and she hadn’t practiced martial arts in years, but she said, “I can handle Lady Nobuko. Besides, it’s dangerous enough sitting here waiting for Lord Ienobu to strike again.” She wanted to be in on this investigation, more than she’d realized at first.

Sano reluctantly conceded. “All right. Talk to Lady Nobuko.”

They rose, and he hesitantly put his arm around Reiko’s waist. Reiko shied away, picked up his food tray, and said, “I should wash the dishes before I go to the castle.”

He held his arm out, circling the empty space she’d vacated, then let it drop. Reiko was immediately sorry. He thought she didn’t want him to touch her because she was disgusted by him, his actions, and his failures. But she still desired him, and she was still in love with him even though she tried to deny it to herself because he obviously didn’t love her anymore. The way she’d treated Sano, she was lucky he didn’t divorce her and throw her out. The real reason was that she was afraid to arouse him, afraid of sex. She longed for another baby, but she’d failed to conceive after two years of trying. She couldn’t bear to get her hopes up and fail again and again. Nor could she bear the thought of miscarrying another child. But she couldn’t tell this to Sano. Every time she tried, she choked on tears. It seemed that nothing could heal the pain she carried inside her like a bleeding wound.