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The library was in downtown Kingston, an unremarkable building with three stories of concrete and louvered windows, a relic of the 1970s. But sometimes, it was the non-descript buildings that held the most interesting objects. Jamaica had not digitally archived all their treasures, so this was the only way they could truly investigate the thread that Martin’s database had discovered — a link between the Jews of Amsterdam and the pirates of Port Royal in the seventeenth century.
A tall, slender Jamaican woman greeted them at the door. She wore a professional trouser suit in dolphin grey with an ivory shirt beneath, the very model of a senior librarian. But as she reached out her hand to welcome them, Morgan noticed a tattoo on her wrist, a string of numbers running up her sleeve in the
