Being the sceptic pessimist that I am, I was convinced that the one-two punch success of the first two volumes of Blood on the Tracks was a fluke, in that at some point Shūzō Oshimi is going to stumble. As I was flipping through the pages of this third volume, that proved less and less the case. Once again, the focused framing, dramatic shadings, cleverly sparing dialogue, and nuanced characterisation are all here to assemble, again, a perfect continuation to this story. This peak could only last for so long, right?