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Ghosts
The King & Slater Series Book Five
Matt Rogers
Copyright © 2020 by Matt Rogers
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Preface
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Announcement
Afterword
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Meet Ruby Nazarian, a government operative for a clandestine initiative known only as Lynx. She’s in Monaco to infiltrate the entourage of Aaron Wayne, a real estate tycoon on the precipice of dipping his hands into blood money. She charms her way aboard the magnate’s superyacht, but everyone seems suspicious of her, and as the party ebbs onward she prepares for war…
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THE JASON KING SERIES
Isolated (Book 1)
Imprisoned (Book 2)
Reloaded (Book 3)
Betrayed (Book 4)
Corrupted (Book 5)
Hunted (Book 6)
THE JASON KING FILES
Cartel (Book 1)
Warrior (Book 2)
Savages (Book 3)
THE WILL SLATER SERIES
Wolf (Book 1)
Lion (Book 2)
Bear (Book 3)
Lynx (Book 4)
Bull (Book 5)
Hawk (Book 6)
THE KING & SLATER SERIES
Weapons (Book 1)
Contracts (Book 2)
Ciphers (Book 3)
Outlaws (Book 4)
Ghosts (Book 5)
LYNX SHORTS
Blood Money (Book 1)
BLACK FORCE SHORTS
The Victor (Book 1)
The Chimera (Book 2)
The Tribe (Book 3)
The Hidden (Book 4)
The Coast (Book 5)
The Storm (Book 6)
The Wicked (Book 7)
The King (Book 8)
The Joker (Book 9)
The Ruins (Book 10)
“Of the seven deadly sins, only envy is no fun at all.”
Joseph Epstein
Prologue
Deep in the bowels of the Las Vegas Justice Court, five people entered a windowless room in single file.
First came Chief Judge Alastair Icke. He was on his lunch break, which made the meeting staggeringly important, for Icke was an enormous man with a slab of a belly that bulged out of his robe. He didn’t skip meals lightly. He was the only one of the five who had business that day within the courthouse, and therefore the only person in the room who’d officially signed in.
Which is partly why he entered first.
And, well, it was his influence for sale.
Icke pretended he didn’t know his four guests, mostly to reassure them. These were stressful times. He’d met each of them separately multiple times in the past within their official roles. Definitely not through an illegitimate coming-together like this. Across the judicial and law enforcement systems, the four guests were some of the most influential people in the county.
When Icke was added to the mix, the quintet became all-powerful.
He knew what they did. He knew why they were here. But he expunged their official titles from his mind, because that’d make this whole ugly pill easier to swallow.
Gloria Kerr came next. She’d maintained the same severe expression for the ten years he’d known her, and he hadn’t seen the mask slip once behind closed doors. Public interviews and appearances were one thing, but in private, she’d always been ice. Her two companions — two forty-something men, both almost as important — followed her in and sat down either side of her.
She unbuttoned her suit jacket and settled back into the swivel chair. She didn’t blink.
Her beady black eyes bore into Icke.
Keith Ray came last — early sixties, built solid as a lumberjack, with big hands and a ruddy weather-beaten face. It was easier for Icke to pretend he was nobody, because now, technically, he was. He’d recently retired from the force. Which did nothing to dampen his influence, but he’d reached a point where it was better to step away than keep pretending to be something he wasn’t.
Kerr’s companions were inconsequential, so Icke shifted his focus between her and Ray, disregarding the other two men entirely. They were here because they had to be — assistant District Attorneys, both in on the racket.
Icke didn’t say a word.
He’d found that whoever spoke first was at a disadvantage.
Ray took the bait.
He faced Icke and said, ‘She needs to go down for the maximum time.’
Icke cocked his head. ‘How long?’
‘How long can you give?’
‘Me personally?’
‘Whichever judge is presiding over the case, obviously. Whichever judge determines the sentence.’
Icke figured he’d play verbal chess a little longer. Just to show them who the shot-caller was.
He said, ‘Are you implying I can influence that sort of thing?’
Gloria Kerr sat forward, her eyes dead and cold. ‘Cut the shit, Alistair.’
Icke turned to her. ‘For someone who wants a favour, you’re not being very polite.’
‘The small talk’s done,’ she said. ‘You had your fun. You know there’s no favours. Nothing’s free. This is a negotiation.’
Icke adjusted his robe, making sure to take his sweet time. There wasn’t a sound to be heard — not even breathing.
All four guests kept their inhalations and exhalations measured.
Icke said, ‘Okay, Gloria. You cut the shit too. Tell me exactly what it is you want, and exactly why I should do it for you.’
‘Isn’t it obvious?’ she said.
‘Better safe than sorry. Wouldn’t want anything misinterpreted. Wouldn’t want anything left unsaid.’
Kerr said, ‘She’s onto us. I let her get away with her little Sherlock Holmes routine for far too long — maybe because I felt bad for her. It was a mistake. I was toying with her. Now I eat.’
‘And what do I have to do with your dietary choices?’
‘You’ll give her the maximum,’
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