I’ve got this sword I got from Japan. It’s a wide-bladed, curved blade that looks like it could cut through a truck. I never planned on cutting things with it; it’s just a souvenir from a particularly bad teaching gig.
Today, however, I got a call. It was my old boss from the islands, and he was furious. He claimed I had “dishonored” his daughter, a girl 14 years my junior, who had been friendly with me, though never intimate. The boss was wrong, but he claimed the right to a sort of revenge.
It was a damned lie. At least it seemed to be at first. However, I soon got another call from my old colleague Sam, who is still there at the school. He had a confession for me. You can guess what it was.
Well, it put me in a spot. I’m supposed to meet the boss, Mr Soki, at the airport tonight. Sam’s coming with him. I’m supposed to bring the sword, which was Soki’s parting gift. Now it may part me from my life, but it’s Sam’s fault, and Sam’s lie.
So now, what should I do? Should I rat on Sam?
Who will die, Sam or I?