Chapter 25Shibuya had spent the day collecting what debts he could. Most of the hostesses and AV idol wannabes he managed could only give him designer bags, jeweled lighters, dangling earrings and expensive hair clips. They had no cash, or said they didn’t.
He stuffed all these unwanted presents from customers into one big Louis Vuitton bag and headed to the pawnshop in an old ferroconcrete two-story house near Roppongi. He didn’t want Michiko to wake him in the middle of the night again before she left.
The pawnshop garden was lined with a maze of statues and garden decorations, numbered tags dangling from everything. From outside, he could hear the fierce barking of the Japanese Tosa fighting hounds the pawnbroker, Ikeda, and his son kept. He looked up at the first surveillance camera
