Chapter Ten
“Where is he now?” the short and portly but no less imposing man in his late-forties asked, a hand draped over Rin Hasekura’s shoulder and resting on one of the perfectly formed breasts that did so much to detract from the other less beauteous facets of his niece’s womanhood. Apart from the phone-call to him she had made upon landing these were pretty much the first words he had spoken to her since she had entered his plush apartment in the centre of Kyoto, and they had fallen upon each other.
Eiji Fujiwara dovetailed with the meaning of his forename only in part, Rin told herself, and not for the first time as she allowed him to manipulate a bullet-hard n****e between forefinger and thumb. Her uncle may well have become prosperous in the years intervening between their last
