Late Arrival: A Park Hotel Mystery (The Park Hotel Mysteries Book 4) by Diane Capri

Author:Diane Capri [Capri, Diane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AugustBooks
Published: 2019-10-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

The water was an icy punch to my whole body all at once. The cold stole my breath as I floundered to the surface. It was hard to swim upward, kicking my feet, with only one hand to help propel me. My other hand clutched my phone, which I would not let go of for anything. My phone was my lifeline. Thankfully, I was a decent swimmer. I was on the swim team in high school, but that was long ago. It was also swimming in a pool. Where I knew others were around to save me from drowning.

Breaking the surface, I inhaled a deep breath and got a mouthful of oily water with it. I sputtered, cursing up a storm. Even I was shocked at what came out of my mouth. I dog-paddled to the dock where Casey was crouched, holding out a hand.

“Let me help you,” he said.

I handed him my phone first, and he set it down next to my purse, and then reached down to grab me. He wasn’t very strong, so basically it was just me kicking and hefting myself out by sheer anger alone.

Once I was on the dock, I flopped onto my back and took in a whole bunch of much-needed air. Casey loomed over me.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You pushed me,” I said between chattering teeth.

He had the nerve to look appalled at the suggestion. “I would never. You ran into me and tripped backward. I tried to grab you, but it was too late.”

I sat up, swiping the heavy wet globs of my hair from my face with a shaking hand. My whole body quivered from the cold water followed by the brisk breeze that blew over me. Casey offered his hand to get me to my feet, but I refused. I pushed up to my knees then to my feet. My clothes were stuck to me like cold, wet glue and probably left nothing to the imagination. At least Casey was decent enough to grab my purse, bag, and phone and hand them to me.

As he looked me over, I could see he was fighting a smile. I must’ve looked like a drowned raccoon in a super short skirt. My makeup was running down my face, and my hair was plastered to my head. I glared at him.

“What are you doing down here, anyway?” I asked, trying to sound demanding, but some of the oomph was lost by the chattering of my teeth.

“I often come here on my dinner break and look at the boats. I’d love to buy one, one day,” Casey said, as if we were friends and he was sharing his deepest secrets.

I didn’t believe him. He was here, exactly at the same time as Ivan. That was no coincidence.

Ivan probably broke into my suite. To do that, he’d have had to acquire information about me first. Who better than Casey Cushing to supply my living arrangements? Casey was a petty man who disliked me and had unfettered access to the hotel.

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