Toru Amuro had been tasked with taking care of Cointreau's meals for a week now, but so far, he had not managed to squeeze a single shred of information out of Cointreau.
He didn't know whether his probing attempts had been too obvious, or if Cointreau was simply tight-lipped.
Finally, after a long wait, a ready-made opportunity presented itself to Amuro: Cointreau was on the sofa, making a phone call.
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