After the quake blind willow, sleeping woman dance dance dance

But does the man on the phone really know Aomame?
Tengo suddenly 
wondered. 
Couldn’t this be some kind of clever trap?
Once this thought took hold, he 
couldn’t shake off a sense of unease. If this really was a trap, then Sakigake had to be 
behind it. As the ghostwriter of 
Air Chrysalis
he was probably—no, make that 
definitely
—on their blacklist. Which is why that weird guy, Ushikawa, came to him 
with that suspicious story about a grant. On top of that, Tengo had let Fuka-Eri hide 
out in his apartment for three months. There were more than enough reasons for the 
cult to be upset with him. 
Be that as it may
, Tengo thought, inclining his head, 
why would they go to the 
trouble of using Aomame as bait to lure me into a trap? They already know where I 
am. It’s not like I’m running away and hiding. If they have some business with me, 
they should approach me directly. There’s no need to lure me out to that slide in the 
playground. Things would be different if the opposite were true—if they were using 
me as bait to get Aomame
.