Chapter One
BAHAMAS, FRIDAY EVENING
Williams Island was one of hundreds of tiny land masses that made up the
Bahamas. But unlike other similar islands in the Bahamas, it had a new landing
strip capable of handling executive jets. This was due to a prominent inhabitant
who owned a private compound on the island's western end. With the sun less than
an hour away from setting, the distinctive whine of turbine engines could be
heard in the distance. A gleaming Gulfstream personal jet suddenly appeared with
the bright orange orb of the Caribbean sun as its backdrop. The plane steadily
descended, its approach looking like a mirage as the heat shimmered off the
runway. With barely a noise, the wheels gently touched down and rolled along the
runway. There was no control tower at the small airport, just a hangar and
maintenance shed. The plane came to a stop in front of the hangar and the
engines were silenced.
A shiny new Range Rover was parked by the hangar, the driver standing next to
the vehicle, hands clasped in front of him in kind of a nonmilitary version of
parade rest. The native Bahamian had been sent by Senator Hank Clark, the man
who owned the compound at the other end of the island. He was also the man who
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