Inside a shady back alley shop in Akihabara, L bought a host of mini-transmitters and various junk parts made of unknown materials. Maki compared L to the other men around them and gave a satisfied nod. "You fit right in at a place like this."
"Something tells me that's not a compliment," L said as if he might be offended, though it wasn t evident from his expression.
Down the block, L entered a maid cafe with the bag in his arms.
A young woman in a maid costume said, I m sorry to keep you waiting, Master," as she brought L an ice cream sundae. He stared at her as though he had laid eyes on something inexplicable but quickly turned his attention to the sundae.
The way he held the long spoon with his fingertips—a precarious balancing act—made Maki nervous watching him, but L paid no mind as he skillfully brought the whipped cream to his mouth.
"Don't you go to elementary school, Maki?"
"Nope. I was always traveling the world with my father. But I've already completed my studies up to the eighth grade, she said proudly. But then her face clouded with doubt. "Do you think I should be going to school, Ryuzaki?"
After he pondered the question, moving his closed mouth up and down, he smiled and stuck out his tongue in an effort to reassure her.
Balanced on top of his tongue was a cherry stem tied in a knot. "It's
all right," he said. "I didn't go to school either."
Maki stared at him and let out a loud sigh. "Now I'm worried."
"It seems you have a knack for getting me down."
"I'm joking." She playfully thrust the back of her hand at him, like the Osakan she was, but L kept a straight face.
"I'm not good with jokes."
After finishing the sundae, L took the transmitters out of the bag, set them all to the same frequency, and covered them with duct tape. "We're ready. Let's go outside. I need your help."
The two went out into the main street and one by one began to attach the transmitters behind the license plates of the cars stopped at the traffic light.