Death by Betrayal (Book #10 in the Caribbean Murder series) Read Online Free PDF

long.”
    “She
obviously did though,” Trage replied. “We just don’t know who yet.”

Chapter 4
     
     
    Even
though Cindy didn’t want to leave Ann’s room, ever, Trage finally insisted that
she go to the room reserved for her, down the hall.
    “It’s
been the worst day of your life,” he said, as he carried her luggage and
dropped it off. “Try to sleep, get some rest.  You won’t be any good without
it. We’ll get together first thing in the morning and get right back on the
case then.”
    The
worst day of her life? Yes, it was; right up there with the day she found
Clint, dead on the beach in Barbados on their honeymoon. How was it possible
this nightmare was happening again? One by one those she loved were snatched
from her.
    “Is
the room okay? Are you comfortable in it?” Trage asked, before leaving her
alone. “Anything else I can get you?”
    “It’s
fine,” said Cindy, not bothering to look around. She’d been in so many hotel
rooms, they all blurred into one. All that mattered now was finding out what
happened to Ann and also helping Frank. It was awful that he was being held. It
was crazy.
    “First
thing tomorrow morning I want to see Frank in jail,” Cindy said to Trage then,
in no uncertain terms.
    “You
got it,” Trage replied. “Anything else I can do?”
    Cindy
softened for a brief moment. Trage was a fine guy, he was trying his best, caught
in a tight spot with Cindy demanding to be involved in solving her sister’s
murder.
    “No,
thank you so much for everything,” Cindy came to herself. “You’ve been a real
help. I appreciate it.”
    Trage
seemed pleased to hear that. “That’s what I do this job for,” he replied. “I’m
here to help you, Cindy.”
    Cindy
felt grateful. “Thank you,” she murmured again, as he turned and left for the
night.
    Finally,
alone in her room, Cindy fell onto the sofa, buried her head in the pillows and
sobbed and sobbed until she could barely breathe. How would she ever sleep
again? How would she be able to wake up fresh in the morning and get on the
case, clear headed? It felt by now as though it were the middle of the night. She
had to sleep, had to put her grief on the back burner until she found out what
happened to Ann. There would be no way to live until she did, and there was no
one else she could trust with the case, either.
    Cindy
got up, went into the bathroom, dried her eyes, splashed cold water over her
face, took off her clothes and got into a hotel robe. She had to sleep. Ann
needed her to. Or else, she’d be no good for anything. Somehow or other Cindy
managed to crawl to her bed, slip beneath the covers, and let herself fall into
a quick, deep sleep.
    *
    The
bright morning sunlight shone in on Cindy, waking her swiftly. Confused, for a
moment, she looked around the room.  Where was she? Not in Oyster Bay any
longer. It took a second to recollect all that had happened and where she was
now.
    “Oh
my God, Ann,” Cindy called out, jumped up, got out of bed, ran to her suitcase,
opened it and clawed through the clothing. It was morning, she had to dress
immediately, have a quick breakfast and get to the jail to talk to Frank. Not a
second to lose.
    Before
Cindy dressed she called down for coffee and eggs to be brought to the room.
She wanted to get right over to the jail, not waste time in a restaurant.
    The
food came quickly, before she was finished dressing and Cindy gulped it down,
dragged a brush through her hair and called Trage.
    “I’m
on my way down to the station to see Frank,” she announced the moment he picked
up the phone. “Get him ready.”
    “He’s
ready,” Trage responded.
    “Thanks,”
said Cindy.
    “Wait
a minute,” said Trage, “how are you, did you sleep?”
    Cindy
was taken aback at the concern in his voice. “I slept, I had breakfast and I’m
on the way to the station,” Cindy shot back.
    “You’re
something else, Cindy,” Trage said softly.
    *
    The
cab wound through the beautiful