Black Cobra (Aaron Quinn Thriller Series, No. 2)
“2) Chapter 16 It was nearly dark when Aaron sailed up to the beach on the northern most Cayman Island called Cayman Brac. It had been a long return sail, and he was happy to be back at the place he called home. He rammed the keel of the boat up onto the sand and then hopped out and tied the bow line to a nearby palm tree.A few yards up the slope, a small hut sat perched on a flat slab of rock. Aaron followed the sandy, seashell-strewn path to the door (something he never bothered to lock) and stepped inside.---Little more than a bamboo box equipped with a window, a kitchenette, and a small bathroom, Aaron’s tiny house wasn’t much to write home about; but ever since the accident he had learned to live like a pauper, and this miniature beachfront resort suited him just fine. He tossed his keys on the counter, lit a candle, and then pulled a fifth of Jack Daniels out of his only cupboard. He smiled when he saw that it was a new bottle: there was something deeply satisfying in peeling off... the wrapper and cracking the seal on a new bottle of Jack.MoreLess
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