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

streets of Bermuda easily, arriving at the
police station in no time at all. Along with everything else Cindy’d seen so
far, the police station was housed in a modern, clean, well designed, well-tended
building. Bermuda was upscale in every way, an idyllic place on the ocean, which
seemed to have everything running flawlessly. There was a sense of order and
safety here that helped a visitor relax. But this place wasn’t safe, it wasn’t
idyllic. Her sister had been killed here, laying on her beautifully appointed
bed.
    Cindy
paid the driver and raced into the building. Frank was being held here and she
couldn’t wait to talk to him.
    Trage
was calmly waiting for Cindy at the main entrance. “Good morning,” he said,
trying to take the edge off and create a semblance of normality. Trage had a
stalwart way about him that Cindy appreciated.
    “Good
morning,” she said.
    “Let
me take you to where Frank is being held,” Trage said as the two of them walked
down the wide, airy hallway, “it’s just a few steps away.”
    “Thanks
again,” said Cindy, eager to see Frank.
    “Your
brother in law can’t wait to see you,” Trage filled her in.
    “Same
here,” Cindy replied. “And, I want to talk to him alone.”
    “You
got it,” said Trage.
    “I
still don’t know why you’re holding him,” Cindy suddenly snapped, turning to
Trage quickly. “It’s bad enough that he lost his wife, but to end up in jail
overnight for it!”
    “Protocol,”
Trage said slowly.
    “That’s
not a good enough answer,” Ann looked swiftly into his eyes.
    “Maybe
you’re right, maybe you aren’t,” Trage scratched his head, “but it’s what we’ve
got. I’m sure you and Mattheus have run into protocol.”
    “Yes,
we have,” Cindy quickly agreed as they grew closer to where Frank was being
held. She felt odd at the mention of Mattheus and thought for a second what it
would be like to have him here.
    “Okay,
Frank’s in this room to the left,” Trage finally said, stopping in front of the
door. “You’re on your own for now.”
    Cindy
nodded, opened the door and walked into a small, dim room, where Frank was
sitting at a long steel table, his head in his hands.
    “Frank!”
Cindy ran over to him, as he looked up, and grabbed his hands.
    “Cindy,
Cindy, my God, you’re here,” Frank murmured and started to cry.
    “I
got here late last night,” she quickly breathed.
    “Bless
you, bless you,” Frank could barely speak.
    “Talk
to me Frank,” Cindy gripped his hands more tightly as he gripped her hands
back.
    “Get
me out of here, Cindy,” his voice was wobbly. “I didn’t do a thing.”
    “Of
course you didn’t,” Cindy exclaimed. “What happened, tell me?”
    Frank’s
drawn face cringed at the thought of going over it again. “I don’t know,” he
started.  “I can’t remember.”
    “You
have to remember – everything,” Cindy demanded, “Your life depends on it.”
    Frank
shuddered, “It was late afternoon. I went down to the pool for a quick swim.
Ann didn’t want to go with me, she wanted to rest. I told her I’d be back in a
few minutes and she was perfectly fine with it.” He looked up at Cindy bleakly.
“We were having a good time, things were going great, no friction. She just
wanted to rest.”
    “Go
on, Frank,” Cindy muttered, “tell me what happened.”
     The
pool was practically empty, just a few people in it. They were busy with each
other, no one took notice when I jumped in. Why should they?  I swam for a
little while and then got out and lay on a lounge for a few minutes. Nothing
wrong with that, is there?”
    “Of
course not, nothing at all,” Cindy breathed. “Did you order a drink? Did a
waiter see you?”
    “No,
I didn’t,” said Frank. “I was going to go back up and have drinks and dinner
later with Ann. I was just cooling off. Is that so terrible?”
     “It
isn’t terrible! Go on Frank, tell me exactly what happened then.”
    “I
stayed down there