Ayase Apartment, 601.
Every time he returned and saw this familiar doorplate, Aozawa felt a faint sense of peace. He knew the living room light would be on. A tall woman would be in the kitchen, and steaming hot food would be on the bar counter, waiting for him to enjoy.
Aozawa turned the doorknob and shouted, "Chitose, I'm home."
"Come wash your hands and eat." A soft, alluring voice responded to him at once.
Her shiny black hair was tied into a single ponytail. Morimoto Chiyoda wasn't wearing her police inspector's uniform. Instead, she wore a white apron over a light green T-shirt and dark green bell-bottoms. The outfit was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, outlining the curves of her hips.
Morimoto Chiyoda turned, placed a plate of stir-fried beef with bell peppers on the kitchen counter, a hint of a smile in her eyes. "You seem really happy. Did something good happen?"
