DEATH BY HONEYMOON by Jaden Skye Read Free Book Online

up.
    “Forever,” Cindy laughed.
    Greerson looked surprised. “She’s moving here to be with you?”
    Cindy was taken aback. How did he know Ann didn’t live nearby?
    “Who knows,” Cindy replied jokingly. “Right now it feels like anything could happen. The world seems upside down.”
    “Hell, this world is upside down,” Al said. “When a great guy like Clint is washed away, what can you count on anymore?”
    “Terrible accidents make you feel that way,” Greerson agreed.
    “I’m not so sure it was an accident,” Cindy suddenly said.
    Greerson flinched, and so did the others.
    “That’s a weird thing to say,” Al looked at her strangely.
    “The more I think about it, the less sure I am about how Clint died,” Cindy spoke naturally, the words just pouring out. “It doesn’t add up. There are plenty of other things that could have happened.”
    “Like what?” Greerson said.
    You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone listened to Cindy intently. Ann walked back in the room with coffee, and stopped.
    “I went online and looked up some facts,” Cindy continued. “There are assaults and murders on the Eastern Coast of Barbados regularly. There’s one case after another. The police are used to them. It’s part of the routine. Nothing much is done.”
    Ann interrupted. She didn’t want Cindy to go on like this in front of others. “It’s easy to imagine all kinds of things when someone you love has suddenly died,” she said, to ease the tension that was building.
    “I’m not imagining anything,” Cindy said, “I’m doing research.”
    “Research on what?” Greerson pressed her.
    “Cindy is a research assistant at a newspaper,” Anne said. “It comforts her to check all kinds of facts. Even when she was little, she enjoyed doing that. I remember her going through magazine after magazine, trying to find out this or that.” She smiled again, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but it did not lift.
    “That’s a dangerous path to take,” Greerson said quickly. “Suspecting Clint’s death was a murder. Thinking like that can create a lot of distress, for you and everyone.”
    “I totally agree,” Ann said.
    Thankfully, the doorbell rang again.
    “Now I see why you’re staying here for such a long time,” Greerson said to Ann. “You need to take care of your sister until she calms down and sees things clearly.”
    Cindy detested this man on the spot. Who was he to come here and suggest she wasn’t seeing things clearly? What was it to him? What made him think he saw everything so clearly?
    Ann went to the door and to everyone’s surprise, Tom Mallord, the pastor who had both married them and done the funeral service, came in. He and Clint had had a close relationship for many years. Clint thought the world of him. Mallord carried a little package, neatly wrapped in his hand.
    “Hello, Cindy,” he said as he walked in, and handed her the package. “This is for you. It’s something I hope will help you through the days ahead.”
    “Thank you so much,” Cindy replied, taking the package. She hardly knew him, but always enjoyed the time they’d had together.
    Ann pulled out a chair for him and he sat down. Then she introduced Mallord to Greerson. He knew all the other guests in the room.
    “You came at the perfect moment,” Greerson said. “We were just talking about the best way to view what happened to Clint.”
    Mallord raised his eyebrows. “A big question,” he said.
    Greerson looked at Cindy, as if expecting her to once again voice her fears . She said nothing.
    “Cindy was just saying she’s not sure that Clint’s death was an accident.”
    Once again the room grew steely quiet. Mallord listened intently without changing his expression.
    “She’s been researching murders on the East Coast of Barbados,” Greerson went on derisively.
    Cindy noticed Mallord looking at her thoughtfully.
    “Sometimes the best thing,” Greerson went on, “is to see a therapist to