Mochizuki-san took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, handed it to me, and shielded the flames of his Zippo as he lit it for me.
It's a weird feeling having an ex-yakuza crime boss light your cigarettes and make coffee for you in the morning.
"No one. I don't bribe cops. And I'm not a snitch. That's not how I do business. The cops and I have always had a good working relationship, so I have no idea where this shit is coming from."
He was hunched over the table now, almost whispering to me. Our noses could have touched. It could have been my first Eskimo kiss with a yakuza.