Chapter 28Sanderson McCormack, or Sandy as his friends called him, sat in the pleasantly cool Tokyo night air. The roof garden bar at the Palace Hotel afforded him a spectacular view over the city, a network of tiny lights sprawled out in every direction like countless twinkling stars. Intermingled with them were toy-sized vehicles, scurrying about like a multitude of self-illuminating bugs, fireflies negotiating a maze that had no end.
A light gust of wind rustled his dark hair and a small shiver carried through his slightly inebriated body. To counter it he took another sip of his gently-warmed saké and instantly felt the liquid chase the chills away. Autumn was well on its way and in a few more weeks the temperature would start to drop, making nights like this a little more uncomfortab
