Gentleman Bounty Hunter

When a family of means and good standing has a problem, they rarely go to the police. They might look outside of the family for help.This is because the police are there to keep their property safe and todo very little else. When one of their own walks away and disappears,the only thing left to do is to call a person who can track down theirfamily member (they are rarely, if ever, “a loved one”) and bring them back into the fold. This is done quietly and with no publicity. I do this,for I am a Gentleman Bounty Hunter.The idea of becoming a Gentleman Bounty Hunter evolved overtime. It was a curious thing that I fell into, in fits and starts, as many talented men do. I fell out with people, I fell in with people, I learnedand adapted. My skills and my abilities began to be noticed. I wasknown as someone who had the uncanny ability to find other people,almost as if by accident. This was done while I was traveling on behalf of the family business, which took me throughout most of thedeveloping world as a salesman of vehicles that can control riots orstop people from running away from riot police.

While I was traveling, I would establish myself in a place andacquire as much information as I could. I didn’t care for sales, but Idid care for doing it the right way. I was a great listener in those early days of going and finding people. I have lost much of that skill because people do tend to bore me. I blame my family for thisdevelopment.There are physical limitations for being any kind of a bounty hunter. I am not one of the bail bond vigilantes of the modern age; Iam a cheerful fellow who taps you on the shoulder and expects you, asa member of good standing in society, to come with me. I am stillquick on my feet. At the age of 56 I remain a badass. If you have toask what that is, you’re reading the wrong book, brother.My aged Father separated himself from the family. We were notaware of this separation because we were busy not paying attention tohis needs while sailing the Caribbean. I had taken the family vesselout for a three-month cruise. The

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issynonymous with the Rogers Family. If you cannot find us at home, we’re on the water. We’re on the

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. If you canfind the

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, congratulations on your ability to see

past the “dazzle ship” paint job.The

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is a converted World War II blockade running "corvette" warship that my Father, Norman Rogers,Senior, took ownership of when he arrived in North Africa in 1943. It was a hastily commissioned German Navy vessel, abandoned whentheir military forces capitulated to the Allies. It is a heavy ship, andsails straight when handled properly. Her lines are immaculate, buther dazzle ship appearance is not easy on any eyes. Dogs instinctively bark when they see her. Whenever we are near watercraft where thereare dogs on deck, you can hear the panicked, insistent barking. Italways makes me laugh.I had a small crew with me, along with my daughter Miranda,and my ever-present personal assistant, Peej. We had no purpose,other than to get out of the Northeastern United States and dosomething different. This was a regular, seasonal occurrence for us because I could no longer work on Wall Street. Yes, I went to prison.Let’s not go down that blind alley again.Miranda said to me one morning, "call Babs Worthington. Shekeeps trying to reach you on the satellite phone."I love Babs, but Babs is more of a muse than anything for me.