The Master Returns

The tapas bar in Haifa was buzzing with conversation and light music that desperately wanted to be a club mix. Busses and cars passed outside with the usual cacophony of traffic in Israel’s second-busiest city. The clouds portended rain, but who could tell in a country built on a desert on the edge of the Mediterranean Sea?

Peter sat at a small table off in a corner. He sat alone, waiting for a friend. It was his first time out…