“Actually we ran out of coffee in the breakroom so the cafe would be the best.” Takagi said. Actually it had been his turn to buy the coffee for the office but he’d forgotten about that. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”
“Certainly! I could use a good walk. Let me just get my briefcase settled and we can go."
The young detective sorted the files into their proper order and slipped them into the black, hard-leather briefcase that he carried, locked it, and walked it over to the filing cabinet that wasn’t actually attached to any of the desks, just pressed into a corner by a fake, potted tree. He used a separate set of keys to open one of the drawers and slipped it inside, pushing that closed, locked, and then tapped the metal surface.
"There we are,” Hakuba announced as he looked back at Takagi, smile pleased and professional. “Let’s be off, then."