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The King & Slater Series Book Six
Matt Rogers
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Contents
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Preface
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Afterword
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THE JASON KING SERIES
Isolated (Book 1)
Imprisoned (Book 2)
Reloaded (Book 3)
Betrayed (Book 4)
Corrupted (Book 5)
Hunted (Book 6)
THE JASON KING FILES
Cartel (Book 1)
Warrior (Book 2)
Savages (Book 3)
THE WILL SLATER SERIES
Wolf (Book 1)
Lion (Book 2)
Bear (Book 3)
Lynx (Book 4)
Bull (Book 5)
Hawk (Book 6)
THE KING & SLATER SERIES
Weapons (Book 1)
Contracts (Book 2)
Ciphers (Book 3)
Outlaws (Book 4)
Ghosts (Book 5)
Sharks (Book 6)
LYNX SHORTS
Blood Money (Book 1)
BLACK FORCE SHORTS
The Victor (Book 1)
The Chimera (Book 2)
The Tribe (Book 3)
The Hidden (Book 4)
The Coast (Book 5)
The Storm (Book 6)
The Wicked (Book 7)
The King (Book 8)
The Joker (Book 9)
The Ruins (Book 10)
“The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling.”
Ambrose Bierce
Prologue
Freeport
The Bahamas
Teddy Barrow loved his job.
Loved the simplicity of it.
A timeless cliché, sure, but there’s a reason clichés exist. Something about the responsibility tickled his fancy. Here he was the right-hand-man to the owner, more than just a server. He mattered. If he didn’t dutifully wait the tables, spray and scrub all surfaces after each customer departed, keep tabs on the change going into the register, converse with regulars and tourists alike, listen to any and all complaints, then word-of-mouth would cease and the place would fall into decline.
The establishment itself was a large hut, Polynesian in design, with tiki décor to complement the white sand all around. It doubled as both an eatery and a bar. There was good coffee, good food, and good cocktails — the Holy Trinity to vacationers looking for escapism. There were views of Coral Beach and the pristine waters beyond, always sparkling turquoise under the sun.
There was always sun.
Teddy was British — he figured the novelty of the accent had helped him land the job in the first place — but the never-ending golden rays had bronzed his previously pale skin long ago. The wrinkles that came with old age had deepened after incessant sun exposure, but that was a price he was willing to pay.
He loved the Bahamas. He’d met his wife here, considered it home for years, and he didn’t think he’d ever leave. Looking out at the waves lapping the shore as he scrubbed down a tabletop overlooking the beach, he realised his mind was empty. He was fully present.
Thinking nothing, feeling nothing.
It was bliss.
Bliss had been absent in Grand Bahama for quite some time. Last September, Hurricane Dorian covered three-quarters of the island in floodwaters, with winds topping a hundred and eighty-five miles per hour. Freeport, home to most of the tourism infrastructure, was spared the catastrophic destruction that ravaged the east and north, but the airport took significant damage, and access to fresh water and electricity had been temporarily disrupted. Since the start of the year, the city had taken huge leaps forward. Critical business reopened, the airport came back to life, and Teddy had watched as fellow locals accepted the personal and economic toll with the Bahamian spirit that made them the tough and independent people they were. He himself had gone back to work at the tiki hut as the cruise ships and international flights returned to an island rapidly rebuilding out of the rubble.
Beaches were populated once more, customers were aplenty, and for a brief period he was happy.
He knew his happiness wouldn’t last. He loved most of the Bahamas, but not all of it.
A small hidden nook of the archipelago threatened to ruin his life.
The customer on the next table beckoned. Teddy nodded his understanding and finished his clean with a sweep of the cloth. He’d mastered the art of the wipe down. He took great pride in the small details, most of which no one even noticed. But he did, and that’s what mattered. There’s nothing like the satisfaction of a task completed to the best of your abilities. A long and full life had taught him that.
He approached. The customer was practically a caricature of a sixty-something Brit travelling abroad. Everything from the bespectacled eyes, the pencil moustache, the pasty skin, the rotund belly. It had thrilled him when he was served by a fellow countryman, which Teddy found odd, considering the man could get that experience anywhere back home.
The guy said, ‘You take good care of this place.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Ah,’ the guy scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. ‘Leave it, mate. Loosen up a little. Look where we are. You can talk to me like a friend.’
Teddy smiled. ‘Just doing my part to make your meal as pleasant as possible.
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