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question him. With the murder weapon in his possession they might book him, but if he’s innocent they’ll uncover the truth. Simon will be fine.” Eddy began to lead her back towards her villa.
    “Will he, Eddy?” Samantha asked. “Have you ever thought about how traumatic it is for a person to be wrongly accused and held against their will?”
    “It's not exactly the same thing as being taken hostage,” Eddy pointed out in a grim tone. They paused outside Samantha's villa.
    “Isn't it? I think it's exactly like it. If two armed men walked up to me, tied my hands and threw me in the backseat of their car, wouldn't that be an abduction?” She met his eyes with growing irritation. “How can you not see that?”
    “I don't see that because the two men that have taken Simon into custody are not criminals, they are well trained officers of the law. They are sanctioned by the government of this country to be able to make decisions in order to keep the citizens of this country safe. Really, Samantha, sometimes I wonder if you're hoping for complete anarchy.” He frowned and met her eyes with his own flashing gaze. “Get some rest.”
    With that he spun on his heel and stomped away. Samantha stared after him, just as flustered. Whenever she and Eddy discussed politics or police it did not go well. Samantha bit her tongue to keep from saying a few more words about what she thought of his opinion. She knew better. Once Eddy was done with a conversation he was done.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Once inside her villa Samantha hoped to be able to relax. But she felt uneasy. The tea cup she had left behind when the police arrived was still waiting for her. She picked it up and dumped the contents into the sink. She had planned to drive into town for some groceries. She was going to stop off in a little thrift shop to look for something to brighten up the hallway.  It was hard to simply continue with her day after such a jarring experience. She knew she couldn't go shopping, her mind was filled with blood and drugs. She wasn't sure if she would be able to rest. All she could think about was Simon and how scared he probably was.
    Samantha was not someone that assumed everyone was innocent. In fact more than once she had proven someone was guilty of something. She often felt a bit of frustration towards the people around a perpetrator who acted as if he or she was innocent even though the evidence obviously indicated otherwise. However, when it came to Simon there was no question in her mind. She didn't think he had anything to do with the murder. The only problem was the pesky issue of the murder weapon being found in Simon's toolbox. It struck Samantha as a little strange that he even had a screwdriver, but she assumed some of the tools he used, such as the leaf blower, might require it for repair, or for when he hung up flower pots for the residents. So, had someone taken it out of his toolbox? Why would someone go to the trouble of breaking into the garden shed just to get a screwdriver?
    Nothing about the murder made sense, right down to the body being found in the tall grass. Why had the murderer left his body in such an easy place to find? It might have taken longer if the police weren't looking for the drugs, but it still wasn't a place to leave a dead body. It led her to think that the crime might have been one of passion. Perhaps the murderer hadn't planned anything and had instead just become enraged. Maybe in a panic the murderer had simply abandoned Vince's body. If that were the case then hopefully it wouldn't take long to figure out who had actually committed the crime.
    Samantha shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts and began preparing a late lunch. She needed a chance to clear her mind, and sleep wasn't going to do that. On a whim she decided to call her friend, Jo. She could fill her in on the crime that had taken place, and have a sounding board for her frustrations with Eddy. When she called Jo, she