Chapter Two
T
he seconds rolled by without the interruption I was expecting. Instead, I was chained to impatient wonder as the cold blue waves crashed into the rocky shoreline. By my count, my enigmatic host was already twenty minutes late. Heck, if I got up and left, he could hardly be upset with me at this point. After all, being punctual was supposed to be polite protocol among the Asians, especially when you request a meeting with a White man like me. The complimentary plate of Bluefin sushi was empty, so the only good reason for me to sit here, had officially exhausted itself.
Notions of executing a hasty exit dominated my thoughts as I watched the young bartender approach. He was a Black South African of ancient tribal bloodline. His pace was brisk and his face was stained with ap
