Chapter 35Akiko stepped in front of the table with all the materials. Her eyes searched Eto Sensei’s living room for a way out. Was this the guy Hiroshi suspected? He looked like a magazine model, not like a criminal. Eto Sensei’s face was covered in a dark cloud of suspicion and Yoko stood rigid on the other side of the table. If only she had returned Hiroshi’s calls.
Trey calmly removed his long leather coat and folded it over one arm, smiling at them one by one, slowly, in turn. “Shitsurei shimashita. Please excuse my rudeness. I’m from the publisher. My name is Trey Gladius. I’m here to collect Mattson’s manuscript and materials.” Trey spoke in the politest Japanese, bowing first to Eto Sensei, then to Akiko and Yoko, before extending his name card to Eto Sensei.
Eto Sensei took the
