Good luck to you, your father.
Akira’s throat tightened, and she took deep, slow, calming breaths. She shook her head. “Maybe he’s better off this way. He was never happy.”
Rosey added to the hug. Jade cried.
Mr. Green said, “I have a box of his belongings in my car. When you’re ready, I’ll give them to you, if you want them.”
Rosey asked, “What aren’t you telling us?”
Mr. Green, with close-cut salt and pepper hair, smiled. “I see you’re not the innocent na?ve person you appear to be. I, and we, the corrections department, are hiding nothing. I understand the question,but it was a very clean shooting. Again, we have video on it. If you want a copy, I have that in my car. There’s nothing cut out. From the note, it appears Mr. Watanabe intended to commit suicide by cop, or prison guard in this case. Again, I’m very sorry for your loss.”
They walked outside. Mr. Green handed over a DVD of the shooting and a box with Akira’s dad’s belongings.