Hidden Agendas

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Paul Boardman. Hidden Agendas

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

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The sun was setting quickly and the happy hour crowd was winding down, most of them headed elsewhere for their evening meal. A lone man sat at the bar overlooking the deck, the lagoon and the sea beyond the artificial breakwater. The bar stools on either side of him were empty. He wore khaki shorts, a tank top and a pair of worn out running shoes and was sipping Jack Daniels over ice. The tattooed arm band on his left bicep accentuated the sculptured muscles of his arms. As did the muscle shirt. The man was strong and he made no bones over displaying his strength to the world. His face was also broad, accentuated by strong heavy cheekbones and chin. His skin had deep lines carved in it by the sun, salt water and hard living.

Along the coast, most of the boats had entered harbor. Those few that remained on the open water switched on their running lights. A dark haired man with a swarthy, Hispanic complexion strode into the bar and sat beside the first. Neither gave each other much notice. A waitress appeared from behind them and the dark haired man ordered a Corona. The waitress promptly returned with a pair of them, her final tribute to happy hour.

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“You know me, hun. I can make my computer dance.”

“Men are such turkeys. Always marching off to war. Grinning to themselves as they leave. I’ll go talk to Linda. Maybe a new “all girl planet” is a good idea. With that Judy took both her glass and Linda’s and headed to the stateroom.

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