Chapter Two
Lyford Cay, New Providence, June 2007
Tom woke to the gentle swaying of the boat; he pushed thoughts of the previous night from his mind and set about breakfast. He made instant coffee and ate cereal with long life milk and yoghurt that he’d found in the small fridge. It would have to do for now. He’d slept and now he needed nourishment. With enough food and sleep, he could take on the world. It was first light, still only around six thirty, and he had all day. It would be best if he met with the Pakistani around dusk. He had many things to do in the meantime.
Tom tuned the radio to a local Bahamian news station. The incidents from the previous night in Freeport were all over the airwaves. With a heavy heart, he heard of the two burned bodies found in the gutted apartment. T
