Death by Request (Book #11 in the Caribbean Murder series) by Jaden Skye

Author:Jaden Skye [Skye, Jaden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-07-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

While Mattheus was interviewing Dr. Padden Cindy could only think of one thing, getting in touch with Alana and speaking to her immediately. Cindy called the number she had for Alana and let the phone ring and ring. No answer. There was no way to leave a message either. Alana’s in hiding, Cindy realized. There was no choice then but to go to Alana’s home directly and see if Cindy could surprise her there. Alana lived south of the hospital, just barely commuting distance. It shouldn’t take too long to get there.

Cindy quickly got ready to leave. The taxi she took wove round and round, across circular roads, along pools of water and through old streets dotted with small homes crammed close to one another. Cindy wondered why Alana would be living in this kind of neighborhood. Todd had described her as a beautiful, charming, compelling woman. Something didn’t add up.

Cindy had the taxi stop a few blocks away from Alana’s place. She didn’t want to create a stir riding up to her home in a taxi. It would be better to walk there simply under the shade of the trees. The more Cindy walked, the more unsavory the area seemed. The streets were dark and narrow, with little sun coming through. What if Alana wasn’t home now? What if she’d left town? It made sense that Alana might skip out if she was in trouble.

Cindy found the address to the house easily. It was like all the others, small, a bit wobbly and made of old wood. Cindy walked to the front entrance, stood there a moment and rang the bell. To her delight, she quickly heard footsteps coming to the door. Then someone flung it open.

“Come in, Blair,” a throaty voice responded. Obviously, the person at home was expecting someone else.

Cindy stepped inside nevertheless. The room had low ceilings, small windows and smelled of old wine. A young woman stood there, her back turned to Cindy.

“Excuse me,” said Cindy, as a young, beautiful Jamaica woman suddenly flung herself around and stared.

“What’s going on?” the young woman burst out. She wore a thin, cotton dress and had wild hair that was uncombed. Cindy wondered if she were slightly drunk. “Who are you?” the young woman demanded, totally taken aback. “What are you doing here?”

“Alana?” asked Cindy, responding to her immediately.

“Yeah, I’m Alana, who are you?” Alana zeroed in to get a better look at Cindy.

“I’m Cindy Blaine of C and M investigations,” Cindy answered in a forthright manner. There was such a sense of disarray about this young woman that this was certainly no time for playing games.

“Investigations?” Alana’s voice rose a notch. “Who are you investigating, me?”

“No, not you,” Cindy tried to soothe her. “I’m investigating Tara’s death.”

“What’s there to investigate? She’s gone,” Alana shrugged.

“I’m trying to find out if Tara’s husband Owen was involved,” Cindy replied quickly. “He’s being held for the crime.”

“Yeah, I heard that,” Alana quieted down. “That’s a shame, isn’t it?”

“A terrible shame,” Cindy responded, “everything about the case is.

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