Chapter Six
Anton Lestrade stood at the tower window, looking out across the unhealthy looking green of the Caribbean. He knew the color came from natural causes, algae, or plankton perhaps, that the sea here was reasonably clean, compared to other places on earth. Still, he was Canadian born, a child of the Great Lakes, and grew up thinking that water should be blue. It wasn’t the water drawing his attention now; it was the motor launch coming in to shore. Another slave is arriving in Domain.
There was a time when he would have brought her in himself, and trained her personally. Those days were long past now. There were others who would take care of those details. He was too busy being dictator and supreme ruler of Domain, titles he applied to himself with sharp irony.
Power had never
