Fast Track: Introduction

The guard’s uniform was so spick and span that it seemed he was about to be inspected by a passing dignitary.

The guard’s uniform was so spick and span that it seemed he was about to be inspected by a passing dignitary. But not so. He was merely despatching Nozomi train number 933, the thirty-third leaving Tokyo station on that sunny November day. There was nothing special about it. Or, rather more accurately, there was nothing specifically special about that t…