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Friday. 09/23/05. 03:12:29 PM
Eiji's roommate, Brett Day, was working the night Eiji died.
They both had worked at the Hyatt Regency at Columbus, and often
did the overnight shift, 'graveyard' to those who's worked it
before. Brett Day was also the publisher of Eiji's comics in a
way, putting out two of his works, "Dark Sights" and "Dark
Signs" earlier this year, and selling them around the
conventions that he always goes to.
"Eiji always hated conventions, so he usually skipped them
unless it was anything related to his works." Brett replied to
Ryo Hayashi at the police station, his face and head buried
between his arms and hands. "He said that it bored him, because
he could never find anything exciting about them." He looked up
at Ryo. "He said he was getting bored of anime anyway, so that
was an even less reason for him to go to conventions."
"So do you remember what happened on the night he died?" Ryo
sipped the cold coffee that was sitting in front of him.
"No, not at all." Brett buried his head and face into his hands
again. "The kid was an insomniac, so he would usually just sleep
for like five hours or so and then get up and do something." He
let out a chuckle. "I'm the opposite, I sleep like a brick when
I pass out, so by the time I woke up, it was already like ten in
the evening and I had like half an hour to go to work. Eiji was
already gone, and when I called his cell phone, he didn't
answer, so I just went to work after leaving him a message to
call me back."
"So you have no idea where he might have been?"
Brett was silent for a moment, before speaking again. "He might
have been hanging out with a friend of his, Cyber Tiger. They
usually just drove around looking at things and checking out
bookstores in their free days."
"Do you know where she lives?"
"No, but I do have her cell phone number..." |
