Death in Paradise by Carolyn Hart

Author:Carolyn Hart [Hart, Carolyn]
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Detective, Fiction - Mystery, Suspense, Mystery, Crime & mystery, Mystery & Detective - General, Mystery & Detective - Series, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Contemporary Women
ISBN: 9780380790036
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2010-01-29T04:00:00+00:00

eleven

Islipped quickly and quietly into Belle's office. I didn't turn on any lights. It took me only a few minutes at the computer to print out a sheet with a single line repeated several times. All caps for emphasis:

TONIGHT. SAME TIME. SAME PLACE. WE HAVE TO TALK. I'M SORRY.

I found scissors in Elise's desk, cut the sentences apart, four of them. Then, strolling casually, I wandered by the guest bedrooms. It wasn't hard to figure out the occupants: a new book on the vanishing rain forest in Anders and Peggy's room; elegant matching luggage with the initials MMG in Megan's room; half-opened drawers, a sea-green negligee flung across a chair, a travel guide to Bali on the coffee table in Gretchen's room.

I left the notice tucked in Peggy's bath powder. I took a leaf from Lester Mackey's book and put the notices to Megan and Gretchen squarely in the center of their beds. I did the same in Elise's quarters when I found them, two doors down from Lester Mackey.

It was certainly a variation on the old familiar ALL IS DISCOVERED, FLY AT ONCE. But it never hurts to try.

Satisfied, I strolled to the dining room. A petite maid smiled at me. "Please." Her voice was soft. "Everything is ready. Guests are welcome to eat whenever they wish."

Gretchen hurried in from the lanai, a book in her hand. "Hi, Henrie O. Good tennis?"

"Super. Have you had a nice morning?"

She waggled a hand, "Comme ci, comme ca. Getting a little restless. I loathe golf, and I can't abide funky shopping. When I shop, I want stores that glitter and glow. I've seen enough shell necklaces to last me a lifetime. But I love to show off tourist highlights. How about a trip to the Nurses' Beach?"

"Sure." On our long-ago trip to Kauai, Richard and I had walked hand in hand on the beach made famous in the 1958 South Pacific movie. The wind ruffled his hair and he'd smiled when I pointed toward dancing dolphins. The children built sand castles. Bobby was six, Emily eight, perfect ages for a beach holiday. I'd written Emily a letter, casually said I was going to be in Hawaii this week. She'd probably receive it today. I hadn't wanted to call her. She reads my voice too well. Yes, I'd like to see that lovely beach again. It had golden memories for me.

In just a few minutes, a picnic basket in hand, we were on our way in a little two-seater sports car. Gretchen was indeed a good tour guide. We drove down to Hanapepe and turned left onto Kaumualii Highway. Gretchen kept up a running commentary. "...if you look up that way"--withered gray trees, splintered and broken--"you can see where the hurricane barreled down the mountain. The amount of

destruction depended upon the geography. Fortunately for Belle, it missed Ahiahi..." As we reached Kalaheo--"...that's the best pizza place on the island...there are some rocks with Hawaiian petroglyphs down that way but you have to get permission to see them.

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