Touching the Sun by Len Maynard (The Bahamas Series Book 1)
English | 2020 | Mystery, Thriller | ePUB | 2.9 MB
Harry Beck leads a carefree life in the Bahamas. The owner of a small charter company, Beck enjoys a lifestyle with few responsibilities and fewer commitments.
Beck’s peaceful existence is shattered when his best friend’s wife and small daughter are brutally killed in an explosion, and his friend, Alan Lancaster, goes missing.
On the same day, Beck’s home is ransacked and Stevie Bailey, the girl who crews for him on The Lady of Pain, his boat, is tortured and left for dead.
Beck comes to realize that the people responsible for torturing Stevie are the same as those who planted the bomb in Alan Lancaster’s car that killed Lancaster’s wife and child.
Beck receives a message he believes to be from Alan, which leads to the discovery of a computer flash drive. Contained on the drive is the damning evidence of a paedophile ring; a cartel of rich and influential people who are a using the Bahamas as a gateway through which to traffic children from Haiti and Cuba.
As Beck is drawn into this nightmare, he discovers that the foundations of his world are built on nothing but sand, forever shifting. Relationships that he once depended on are shown to be mere illusions, and no one can be trusted.
At the climax of a deadly game of cat and mouse, played out across the picturesque, and sometimes deadly, Bahamian landscape, Beck has to decide who he can trust and who will ultimately betray him.
The boy was sitting in the rear seat of a Chrysler Grand Caravan. The car was white and clean. It was a standard vehicle, large, comfortable enough, but not even top of the range. To him it was a spaceship.
He’d never seen anything like it. Perhaps on TV when they got a signal back in the two room shack he had shared with his parents and his three brothers. Maybe on the American shows he watched when his parents were out. Never in real life. They didn’t have a car…neither his parents nor anyone he knew.
Travelling in his personal starship, he had been thinking about his family. Since the earthquake, Haiti had been in chaos; it had been fairly crazy before the disaster, and now it was lawless and wild in too many places.
He had been living in a makeshift camp, in a tent donated by some organization in Europe, which was somewhere he had never heard of, and had no idea where it was or what it looked like. The tent leaked when the rain got too heavy.
His parents had been killed when the first huge tremors hit the island. His mother had been swept away down the hillside when the slum city of similar wood and cardboard buildings had collapsed on themselves, and then formed a landslide that moved with the mud and the rocks like a slow-moving tide. He hadn’t seen his father die; he had been told the street his father had been walking along opened up like a mouth and the people were swallowed into the huge cracks and craters. He didn’t know what had happened to his brothers.
He was at school when the noises began. He’d seen a tree fall in the forest once, but that was nothing like the sight of buildings splitting apart and collapsing in heaps of dust and bricks. All the children began shouting; some were crying, others screaming. Everyone was scared. The teacher was scared, but she made sure all the children got out of the classroom and as far away from the school building as they could. The last he saw of her was when she went back inside the school to help some others, just before the roof sank to the ground.
What the boy could remember was the silence. At first there was noise, screams and crashes, the ground pulling apart and people and cars and buildings falling into cracks and holes. Then there were sounds of dust and debris whooshing into the air, and clouds of impenetrable fog obliterating everything. Then, as it all settled, the silence.