Collector of Secrets
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A riveting debut thriller with the twists and turns of North by Northwest and The Firm about an American in Japan who comes upon a mysterious decades-old diary and ends up caught in a web of global espionage he cannot possibly fathom.
Max Travers is an English teacher in Japan. When his manipulative boss begins swindling the unsuspecting parents of his students, Max must retrieve his passport to return home. Max sneaks into her office only to stumble upon a burglary in progress. Max barely escapes but accidentally takes a strange diary bound in leather and embossed with a strange seal. Little does Max know that this diary has been hidden for over half a century, and its secrets could topple some of Japan's most powerful people and rewrite the history of the royal family.
Max soon finds himself on the run from everyone, from tattooed Yakuza to the Japanese police and a mysterious American who has ties in the highest places, all willing to kill for the diary's secrets. With his and girlfriend's lives in the balance, Max must decipher the diary's secrets in a richly detailed and ambitious thriller that covers everything from World War II to Watergate.
museum.” Max grinned with anticipation, feeling sure they were close to a breakthrough. He slipped the elastic strap over his head before flicking on the light. “I knew you must have been a Boy Scout.” “Yeah, right!” Jeff laughed. “Let’s roll—hurry up, before it closes.” At that moment, Max spotted the maroon sedan pulling into the laneway’s end. “The car!” He dropped to his knees and scrambled forward, brushing away cobwebs. “You think they spotted us?” “I don’t think so,” Jeff replied as he
went limp. His face rose to the surface, accompanied by a gasp and the noisy sucking of air. “It’s all right. You’re all right. I’ve got you,” she yelled while struggling to keep them both above the waterline. Three guards were standing above on the mooring’s edge. The crazed dog was barking feverishly. Hiro fought to break the grip she held around his neck. He coughed and thrashed, yelling, “Leave me! Swim away!” A guard tossed out a coarse line of rope and he grabbed it, sputtering, as she
could make a daughter care so little for her father? THE STARS no longer glowed, but Max could detect their outlines on the bedroom ceiling. He supposed a child must have put them there. It would be easy to lie quietly for hours and ignore the sliver of hallway light creeping in under the door, announcing the morning. He tried desperately to drift back to sleep, but reality crept in and clawed him back with each failed attempt. Soon enough he succumbed to wakefulness and admitted it was time to
sharply. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot, and none of the options look great.” She pressed on. “I think we should go to the police and explain about the robbery and why you were there. We could also give them the daypack.” Max knew what she was really saying. Hidden between the words lay the fact that she wanted things to return to the way they were, although he was pretty sure that was no longer possible. “The cops saw me at the office. They’ll charge me with the break-in, for sure and,
HELLO?” Yoko shouted across the open floor. The resonance of her authoritative voice bounced off the white walls and echoed in the cavernous gallery space. “Can I help you?” The man standing near the front door didn’t respond. She could see only his charcoal suit coat from the back. He was Caucasian and seemed to be admiring the oversized canvas paintings. Probably a foreigner who couldn’t read the writing on the sign that said the art exhibit was under construction. Kenji must have forgotten to