No Sin in Paradise by Dijorn Moss

Author:Dijorn Moss [Moss, Dijorn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2014-07-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I have graduated from stupid to crazy. That is the only way to describe the fact that I am on the boat at ten o’clock at night with Sammy Moses, heading to some voodoo queen’s house. On any other night, this would be an exotic evening boat ride on warm Caribbean waters. Most advertisements for the Bahamas focus on the day and the beauty that exists on the island, but the night is a wonder to behold. This is an area of the world that isn’t destroyed by smog, and where the moon and stars take center stage and reflect off the ocean. I wish that tonight I was on Sammy’s boat with Victory, and we were on an aimless boat ride . . . but not this night.

The boat starts to slow down, and I begin to see a house that looks more like a hut in the corner of the island all by itself.

“There’s the house you’re looking for,” Sammy says.

As the boat starts to slow down and the house starts to come into view, I start to second-guess my decision. The house looks like it shouldn’t even be standing, let alone be a place of occupancy. There is no electrical power, at least none that I can see. There is only a glow from a fire, I presume from candles being lit which makes the house look like a jack-o’-lantern from a distance. Then the boat comes to a sudden stop.

“Is there something wrong?” I ask.

“No sir, there is nothing wrong,” Sammy says.

“Well, then, why are we stopping?”

“We’re stopped because this is as far as I will go. I can’t go no farther,” Sammy says.

I look at Sammy as if he has just cursed out my momma. I then look at the dock for the witch doctor’s house, which is at least twenty feet away.

“You must have me mistaken for Carl Lewis, because there’s no way I can jump from here,” I point down at the boat, “to there,” I point up to the dock.

“I reckon you’re going to have to swim.”

I know I am hearing what Sammy is saying. After all, he’s saying it in plain English, but where I’m having a problem comprehending what Sammy is saying is the fact that he expects me to swim—fully clothed—to shore. The absurdity of the idea causes me to laugh.

“Look, Sammy, we talked about this back at Adele’s house. You agreed to give me a ride to Janae’s place, and we would go over there together. We agreed.”

“You told me the plan, but I don’t believe I actually agreed to anything. I agreed to give you a ride, but I didn’t say anything about getting out of my boat.”

“Sammy Moses! I know that’s you out there!” a voice suddenly yells from the house.

I’m assuming that the woman yelling is Janae Hargrove. Now that she knows I’m here, I wonder how she knows Sammy Moses. I turn to Sam, and he is visibly shaken. He starts to power up his boat.

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