Death by Devotion (Book #9 in the Caribbean Murder Series) (2 page)

As
soon as she walked inside the house Cindy felt Clint’s spirit everywhere. Pictures
of him and her together were still on the walls, his things were still in their
usual corners. Cindy stopped and looked at a photo of the two of them with
their arms around each other smiling, which stood, framed, on the wooden
console. Cindy breathed deeply and took a moment. It felt as if Clint himself
were there, arms extended, welcoming her home.

Ann
had come here two days ago to prepare the house and get things ready.  She’d filled
the vases with fresh flowers and opened the windows, letting the cool, salty air
in. Cindy shivered as she walked about slowly, remembering each moment she’d
spent here, the good and bad, the joyous and lonely.

“It’s
beautiful here,” Cindy breathed. “Thanks so much for getting it ready.”

“I
didn’t have to do a thing,” Ann replied. “Your home has always been here, waiting
for you.”

Cindy
took a suitcase, walked to her room and began to unpack slowly as she heard Ann
rustling about in the kitchen preparing dinner. Memories of her life with Clint
drifted before her as she took her clothes out of her suitcase and placed them
back in her old closet. Their time together had been so brief and yet so
beautiful. Cindy had never imagined that he would be taken from her so suddenly
and in such a horrible way, right on their honeymoon.

She
sat down on the edge of the bed and put her head in her hands. For a moment it
was as if no time had passed at all, as if he were in the next room about to
come in, take her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her. Cindy allowed
herself to feel the old sense of comfort and security she’d always felt, having
Clint close by. Who thought their marriage would have lead  her in such an
unexpected direction, that she would become a detective dedicated to helping
others whose loved ones had been murdered as well? Who thought she would have
become so obsessed with justice and difficult crimes? Perhaps Ann was right,
maybe it was now time to take a breather, and embark upon another way of life.
Cindy couldn’t work with Mattheus any longer, that much was clear. And she couldn’t
continue alone, either.

“Dinner’s
almost ready,” Ann called in from the kitchen. “Finished unpacking yet?”

As
always Ann’s voice snapped Cindy back to the moment, to what had to tended to
right now.

“I’m
almost finished,” Cindy called back.

“Great,”
Ann answered. “It’s so much fun cooking for the two of us again.”

Cindy
stood up and ran her hands through her long, auburn hair. It had grown
unwieldy, needed a trimming. She was also hungry and the smell of dinner wafted
into the bedroom through the open door.

“Come
eat,” Ann called louder. “I’m hungry. I bet you are, too. You can finish
unpacking later.”

*

After
a delicious dinner of homemade soup, fried chicken and salad, Cindy and Ann
went into the living room, dropped down on the charming sofas and kicked their
legs up on the old, wooden, slatted coffee table.

“Nothing
changes here,” Cindy murmured.

Ann
smiled. “That’s good,” she said. “We all need a place where nothing changes.”

Of
course by now Cindy knew that was an illusion.  Despite the comfort of
returning to an old, familiar spot, everything changed all the time.  And, Cindy
had no idea what she could truly count on anymore.

“If
you want to talk about Mattheus,” Ann started, “I’m all ears.”

Cindy
couldn’t bring herself to though, right now. It was all too fresh. She’d been
enjoying living with the memory of Clint, didn’t want to go think of Mattheus
at all.

“Not
yet,” Cindy put up her hand to halt the conversation.

“Okay,
I get it,” said Ann. “You need to unwind. He hurt you too much.”

“It’s
not that he hurt me, he took me by surprise, knocked me off balance,” Cindy
replied, feeling winded.  “I’ve lost my bearings for a little while.”

“Not
good,” Ann responded.

“And
I do need to unwind,” Cindy agreed, grateful that Ann wasn’t pushing it. There’d
be plenty of time to talk about Mattheus later. Right now she just wanted to
get him out of her mind.

“The
welcome home party for you is at one o’clock tomorrow,” Ann quickly changed the
topic.  “Lots of people who love you and care about you are all still around.
They’re excited to see you again.”

Cindy
couldn’t say she felt the same way. She would have actually preferred time
alone to herself, but she would never say that to her sister.

“Thanks
so much for arranging everything so beautifully, Ann,” Cindy replied.

“Thank
you for returning,” Ann whispered.

*

Cindy
was determined to look beautiful for the welcome home party.  She slept late
and awoke refreshed after a thankfully deep and dreamless sleep. Then, right
after breakfast she retreated to the bathroom to spend lots of time getting
ready. Cindy drew a hot, bubbly bath which she soaked in for a long, long time.
Then she shampooed and dried her lavish hair and brushed it until it shone.
After a quick manicure, she chose a lovely, amber wool dress that was hanging
in the closet. Once dressed she sprayed on a bit of her favorite lavender
perfume and finally felt ready to face the world once again.

When
Cindy finally stepped back out into the living room, Ann, took a deep breath.  

“Wow,”
she said, “you look fantastic!  Like you’ve walked off the cover of a magazine.
 Nobody would ever know you’ve been through hell.”

Cindy
smiled, “thanks Ann.”

*

At
one o’clock sharp, the doorbell rang and the guests started arriving. To Cindy’s
surprise, she was happy to have them around her.  It was fun to step back into
time, even for an afternoon. In the festive atmosphere, Cindy felt as though
she were picking up from where she left off.

Two
of the women who’d been part of Cindy’s book club in Cove Bay, Alana and Jewel,
were the first to arrive.  They walked in, took off their coats and rushed over
to Cindy all smiles.

“My
goodness we’ve heard all the wonderful things you’ve been doing,” Alana
started, staring at Cindy.

“You’re
famous,” Jewel echoed, reaching over to give Cindy a hug.

“Is
it true that you’re really coming back to live here?” Alana interrupted. “You
know how rumors fly wild in Cove’s Bay.”

The
doorbell rang again and in walked some of Clint’s old friends, Tina, Barbara
and Moira. They walked in together, had obviously met up before they arrived.

“Cindy,
it’s so fabulous to see you,” Tina came over first. “It’s a bit like having
Clint back, even.” Then she caught herself, wondering if she should have said
that.

The
other two women quickly joined her, interrupting what could have been an
awkward moment.

The
doorbell kept ringing and Ann kept opening it, welcoming everybody.

Cindy
chatted with the women, as the door opened again and Al, Clint’s best man
arrived. He carried a large food basket with him and was bundled in a heavy
coat.

Ann
took the basket and thanked him as the doorbell rang again. This time Reverend
Tom Mallord walked in. He was the pastor who’d married Cindy and Clint.

Cindy
began to feel strange, and wondered what Ann had told everyone about her plans.

“Cindy,
how absolutely wonderful to see you,” Al came right over to her now, took her
hands and looked into her eyes.  It was clear to Cindy, that Al had been missing
Clint a lot and

having
Cindy here was a welcome connection to him. “You look absolutely beautiful,” Al
went on, stepping back and looking at her, surprised.  “Seems like the
adventurous life has treated you well.”

Cindy
hardly knew what to make of the comment. She imagined they all had their own
ideas about what she’d been doing. Cindy suddenly wondered if they knew about
Mattheus and what they might think of that.

“And,
at the same time, we’re all glad your time as a detective is over,” Al went on.
“In truth, it made everyone nervous.”

“Over?”
Cindy asked uneasy.

“Your
sister Ann told us the good news that you’re returning,” Al said.  Then he stopped
a moment and took in Cindy’s surprise. “It’s true isn’t it?”

Cindy
simply smiled. She didn’t want to let anyone know how annoyed she was feeling
with Ann at the moment. Cindy realized that this was Ann’s way of helping Cindy
settle, by providing an anchor for her here so she wouldn’t take off again. She
looked over at Ann happily serving quiche and warm punch, making everyone feel
at home.

“And
how have you been Al?” Cindy asked, simply changing the topic.

“I’m
good,” he said whole heartedly. “And I’m even better since I was able to do a
real favor for my old friend, Clint.”

Cindy
looked at him puzzled.

“Come
here, sit down on the sofa,” Al said, excited. “I have something great to tell
you.”

Dismayed,
Cindy went with him to the sofa, and sat down.

Al
took her hands and squeezed them.

“Listen,
Cindy, as soon as I heard you were coming back, I knew it wouldn’t be so easy
to make the adjustment, so I took the liberty of helping a little. I called a
good friend of mine at a top newspaper in Manhattan.” Al was speaking so
quickly Cindy could barely follow him. “How would you like a column of your own
as a crime reporter for the New York Herald?”

Cindy
gasped. The New York Herald was one of the best papers in the world. That had
to be anyone’s dream job.

“In
all truth,” Al went on, “they’d be lucky to have you.  And also, you’ve
returned at the perfect moment. There’s an opening right now for a crime
reporter to have their own column. The guy who used to write the column just
left. With all the success, publicity and newspaper experience you’ve had, the
job’s a natural fit for you.”

This
was hard to take in. “Talk more slowly, Al,” Cindy breathed, wanted to make
sure she was hearing correctly.

Al
grinned. “Sure.  My friend Hal’s in charge of hiring and he’s excited about
you. Of course he wants to meet you and talk to you in person, but basically,
between you and me, the job’s yours if you want it.”

Cindy
was stunned. She stared into Al’s eyes. They looked hopeful and sad at the same
time. She could see how badly he wanted to make things right for his dear
friend’s widow.

“Thank
you so very much for your efforts, Al,” Cindy said, feeling a bit woozy. Things
were happening too fast. Although she’d loved working on a paper and always
dreamt of one day having her own column, she hadn’t expected it to happen just
yet.

“You
have to let Hal know by day after tomorrow,” said Al. “They need someone on
this right away.”

“I’m
really grateful to you,” Cindy said and meant it. “I need to sleep on it.”

Al
seemed slightly taken aback. “Okay,” he said, “no problem. But I thought you’d
jump on it just like that.”

Cindy
didn’t just jump on anything just like that anymore. Her experience
investigating cases now made her pause and take a closer look at everything.  Of
course it seemed that Al had only the best intentions. But as Cindy listened to
him she also remembered how Al had sent that photo of Clint’s old girl friend,
Heather, to Clint just before the wedding. Clint had never received it, but
Cindy did. Clint never found out that his girlfriend had given birth to his
child a few years before.  Al knew the truth though. He also knew that she was happily
married when the photo arrived and her husband thought the child was his. Cindy
always wondered why Al had sent Clint the photo. Had he wanted to break up Clint’s
relationship with Cindy? Everyone else had tried to.  Was Al making amends for this
now by getting Cindy this column?  Or, was there something else he had in mind?

The
job sounds wonderful,” Cindy reassured Al, who was looking at her quizzically.

“But
you’re not one hundred per cent positive,” Al echoed.

“Not
yet,” she answered. “Can I sleep on it?”

Fortunately,
just then Pastor Mallord came over and interrupted the conversation.

“Cindy,
my goodness, you look wonderful,” he said, “so good to see you.”

Cindy’s
eyes filled with tears at the sight of this kind man. She remembered how deeply
he’d cared for her during her ordeal and the little Bible he’d left for her as
a gift. It had to still be tucked away in her room.

“You’ve
become a great force for the good, Cindy,” Pastor Mallord was saying now. “We’re
so proud of you. You’re incredibly courageous. You’ve helped many.”

“Thank
you, thank you,” Cindy felt humbled.

“Don’t
give up, never give up,” he went on, “I’m sure there are many more victims of
crime out there who are waiting for your help.”

Cindy
shivered. She felt it too, but had no idea what her next steps would be. Was
Pastor Mallord giving her a message, and what did it have to do with this job
offer she’d just received from Al?