EMI “The money goes in here—” (taps screen) “—and comes out here. But there’s a gap. Forty million yen. Just... gone.”
KATAOKA sits at a folding table. Before him: three years of receipts for a hostess club, all laundered through a fake ramen shop. shigeo kataoka
KATAOKA “Forty million yen is the exact cost of a professional yakuza funeral. Full temple. Two hundred mourners. Gold incense. They buried someone they didn’t report.” EMI “The money goes in here—” (taps screen)
He closes his eyes. When he opens them, Takeda is sitting in the corner, smiling sadly. Takeda is sitting in the corner
EMI (28, neon-pink streak in her hair) slams a laptop open.
EMI “What?”