Zula Miller Crichton
We are entering a world where the old rules no longer apply。
PHILLIP SANDERS
Business is war。
Japanese motto
LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT
CONFIDENTIAL TRANSCRIPT
OF INTERNAL RECORDS
Contents： Transcript of Video Interrogation
Detective Peter J。 Smith
March 13…15
re： 〃Nakamoto Murder〃 （A8895…404）
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Video Interrogation： Det。 P。J。 Smith 3/13…3/15
Case： 〃Nakamoto Murder〃
Description of interrogation： Subject （Lt。 Smith） was interrogated for 22 hours over 3 days from Monday； March 13 to Wednesday； March 15。 Interview was recorded on S…VHS/SD videotape。
Description of image： Subject （Smith） seated at desk in Video Room #4； LAPD HQ。 Clock visible on the wall behind subject。 Image includes surface of desk； coffee cup； and Subject from the waist up。 Subject wears coat and tie （day 1）； shirt and tie （day 2）； and shirtsleeves only （day 3）。 Video timecode in lower right corner。
Purpose of interrogation： Clarification of Subject role in 〃Nakamoto Murder。〃 （A8895…404） Officers in charge of the interrogation were Det。 T。 Conway and Det。 P。 Hammond。 Subject waived his right to an attorney。
Disposition of case： Filed as 〃case unsolved。〃
Transcript of： March 13 （1）
INT： Okay。 The tape is running。 State your name for the record； please。
SUBJ： Peter James Smith。
INT： State your age and rank。
SUBJ： I'm thirty…four years old。 Lieutenant； Special Services Division。 Los Angeles Police Department。
INT： Lieutenant Smith； as you know； you are not being charged with a crime at this time。
SUBJ： I know。
INT： Nevertheless you have a right to be represented here by an attorney。
SUBJ： I waive that right。
INT： Okay。 And have you been coerced to e here in any way？
SUBJ： （long pause） No。 I have not been coerced in any way。
INT： Okay。 Now we want to talk to you about the Nakamoto Murder。 When did you first bee involved in that case？
SUBJ： On Thursday night； February 9； about nine o'clock。
INT： What happened at that time？
SUBJ： I was at home。 I got a phone call。
INT： And what were you doing at the time you got the call？
FIRST NIGHT
Actually； I was sitting on my bed in my apartment in Culver City； watching the Lakers game with the sound turned off； while I tried to study vocabulary for my introductory Japanese class。
It was a quiet evening； I had gotten my daughter to sleep about eight。 Now I had the cassette player on the bed； and the cheerful woman's voice was saying things like； 〃Hello； I am a police officer。 Can I be of assistance？〃 and 〃Please show me the menu。〃 After each sentence； she paused for me to repeat it back； in Japanese。 I stumbled along as best I could。 Then she would say； 〃The vegetable store is closed。 Where is the post office？〃 Things like that。 Sometimes it was hard to concentrate； but I was trying。 〃Mr。 Hayashi has two children。〃
I tried to answer。 〃Hayashi…san wa kodomo ga fur 。 。 。 futur 。 。 。〃 I swore。 But by then the woman was talking again。
〃This drink is not very good at all。〃
I had my textbook open on the bed； alongside a Mr。 Potato Head I'd put back together for my daughter。 Next to that； a photo album； and the pictures from her second birthday party。 It was four months after Michelle's party； but I still hadn't put the pictures in the album。 You have to try and keep up with that stuff。
〃There will be a meeting at two o'clock。〃
The pictures on my bed didn't reflect reality any more。 Four months later； Michelle looked pletely different。 She was taller； she'd outgrown the expensive party dress my ex…wife had bought for her： black velvet with a white lace collar。
In the photos； my ex…wife plays a prominent role … holding the cake as Michelle blows out the candles； helping her unwrap the presents。 She looks like a dedicated mom。 Actually； my daughter lives with me； and my ex…wife doesn't see much of her。 She doesn't show up for weekend visitation half the time； and she misses child…support payments。
But you'd never know from the birthday photos。
〃Where is the toilet？〃
〃I have a car。 We can go together。〃
I continued studying。 Of course； officially I was on duty that night： I was the Special Services officer on call for division headquarters downtown。 But February ninth was a quiet Thursday； and I didn't expect much action。 Until nine o'clock； I only had three calls。
Special Services includes the diplomatic section of the police department； we handle problems with diplomats and celebrities； and provide translators and liaison for foreign nationals who e into contact with the police for one reason or another。 It's varied work； but not stressful： when I'm on call I can expect a half…dozen requests for help； none of them emergencies。 I hardly ever have to roll out。 It's much less demanding than being a police press liaison； which is what I did before Special Services。
Anyway； on the night of February ninth； the first call I got concerned Fernando Conseca； the Chilean vice…consul。 A patrol car had pulled him over； Ferny was too drunk to drive； but he was claiming diplomatic immunity。 I told the patrolmen to drive him home； and I made a note to plain to the consulate again in the morning。
Then an hour later； I got a call from detectives in Gardena。 They'd arrested a suspect in a restaurant shooting who spoke only Samoan； and they wanted a translator。 I said I could get one； but that Samoans invariably spoke English； the country had been an American trust territory for years。 The detectives said they'd handle it。 Then I got a call that mobile television vans were blocking fire lanes at the Aerosmith concert； I told the officers to give it to the fire department。 And it was quiet for the next hour。 I went back to my textbook and my sing…song woman saying things like； 〃Yesterday's weather was rainy。〃
Then Tom Graham called。
〃It's the fucking Japs；〃 Graham said。 〃I can't believe they're pulling this shit。 Better get over here； Petey…san。 Eleven hundred Figueroa； corner of Seventh。 It's the new Nakamoto building。〃
〃What is the problem？〃 I had to ask。 Graham is a good detective but he has a bad temper； and he tends to blow things out of proportion。
〃The problem；〃 Graham said； 〃is that the fucking Japs are demanding to see the fucking Special Services liaison。 Which is you； buddy。 They're saying the police can't proceed until the liaison gets here。〃
〃Can't proceed？ Why？ What have you got？〃
〃Homicide；〃 Graham said。 〃Caucasian female approximately twenty…five years old； apparent six…oh…one。 Lying flat on her back； right in their damn boardroom。 Quite a sight。 You better get down here as soon as you can。〃
I said； 〃Is that music in the background？〃
〃Hell； yes；〃 Graham said。 〃There's a big party going on。 Tonight is the grand opening of the Nakamoto Tower； and they're having a reception。 Just get down here； will you？〃
I said I would。 I called Mrs。 Ascenio next door； and asked her if she would watch the baby while I was gone； she always needed extra money。 While I waited for her to arrive I changed my shirt and put on my good suit。 Then Fred Hoffmann called。 He was watch mander at DHD downtown； a short； tough guy with gray hair。 〃Listen； Pete。 I think you might want help on this one。〃
I said； 〃Why is that？〃
〃Sounds like we got a homicide involving Japanese nationals。 It may be sticky。 How long have you been a liaison？〃
〃About six months；〃 I said。
〃If I was you； I'd get some experienced help。 Pick up Connor and take him downtown with you。〃
〃Who？〃
〃John Connor。 Ever heard of him？〃
〃Sure；〃 I said。 Everyone in the division had heard of Connor。 He was a legend； the most knowledg