Saturday. Ito Family Home, Kyoto, Japan.
SAMUEL ITO COULD DO with a beer. Plain, unassuming-beer. But his half-brother Sota wouldn't have such low-brow drinks here.
Too bad.
It would make what came next that much more painful for Sota.
Samuel continued to stare out on the ornamental garden surrounding the paved patio area. It was one of the few places in this house he remembered from childhood. The latter years. His father had allowed his first wife, Sota's mother, to remain here after the divorce. Which was probably why Sota assumed he had a right to it. Just like everything else.
Samuel slid his hands into his pockets and pressed his forearm against the gun concealed under his jacket. He wanted things to be different, but history had proven time and time again that he wasn't good en
