Read Online Death by Betrayal (Book #10 in the Caribbean Murder series) by Jaden Skye - Free Book Online Page A

aren’t so rare on the
Island. I was fired because I had trouble with my boss for the past few weeks.
He was getting on my case every second and I finally told him off. It had
absolutely nothing to do with your sister. Nothing at all. Not a thing. And
believe it or not, I’m sorry to hear about her.”
    “I
do believe it, Alain,” Cindy said, upset to have had to put him through this.
“I’m sorry to upset you like this.”
    “You
didn’t upset me,” he answered quickly, “and let me tell you something. Bermuda
is a hub of rich folks coming down here to invest. It’s crawling with two
things, money and cover ups of all kinds. If you think people don’t turn up
dead here all the time, take another look. The government hushes it up, but it’s
a known fact.”
    “Tell
me more,” Cindy breathed, “please, I need to hear it.”
    “There’s
big business here in insurance and re-insurance,” Alain went on defiantly. “People
come from all over the world and make piles of dough. There’s almost no taxes
for businesses either, they make it easy. Get my drift?”
    Cindy
got it. “But that had nothing to do with my sister,” said Cindy.“ She’s not in
business and never came here before.”
    “How
about the hubby?” Alain was quick on the draw.
    Cindy
scanned her memory quickly. Actually Ann had just mentioned that Frank had come
down here a bit on business recently, but that couldn’t have anything to do
with it. Frank did well back in the states but wasn’t a finance guy, ever.
Cindy thought he’d probably just found a new market for his products here.
    “My
sister’s husband’s not involved in big business,” said Cindy.
    Alain
shook his head. “Look I don’t have any idea how this happened, but I can tell
you one thing. You’re not gonna find the killer, honey. Most murders down here
never get solved. These guys have protection around them like iron rings, including
from the government. Get it? What happens in Bermuda stays in Bermuda. You take
one step too far, and before you know it, you’ll end up like your sister, dead.”
    Cindy
shuddered.
    “It’s
dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to go digging around alone,” Alain ran
his hands over his face. “Let the police do it. They know what they’re dealing with.”
    “But
will they do it?” Cindy asked.
    “Probably
not,” Alain grinned. “They’ll do a little and let it go at that. But if you start
digging too much, you’ll make people nervous. Word will get out.  Sooner or
later you’ll ruffle some feathers. People here have got a lot here to hide.”
    “Who
will I make nervous?” Cindy was insistent.
    “Hell
if I know the people involved,” said Alain. “I do know that this is a high
stakes game, though. When you work in these hotels you see these heartless
beauties coming and going like they owned the world.”
    “Maybe
they do,” said Cindy.
    “They
can own whatever they want,” said Alain. “They don’t own my house though, or my
life.  They got your sister and I’m sorry about it. But be smart, don’t let
them get you!”
    Just
then the doorbell rang loudly. Both of them jumped.
    Alain
got up, ran towards the front and flung the door open. 
    “Deidre,
thank God,” Cindy heard him yelling. “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting
for you.”
    *
    Cindy
was tremendously glad she had the cab waiting. She got into it quickly and then
fell silent during the ride home.
    “Find
what you were looking for?” the driver asked, to break the tension in the air.
    “Not
yet,” whispered Cindy, “but I will.”
    “What’s
that? I didn’t hear you,” the driver replied, as, suddenly, a dark green car quickly
drove too close beside them, almost swiping them off the road.
    The
cab driver swerved to get away, jostling Cindy into the corner.
    “Damn
idiots,” he yelled out of the window.
    “Who
are they? What happened?” Cindy was shaken.
    “Stupid
drunk drivers in this part of town,” he answered.