by Jaden Skye
D E A T H B Y D E V O T I O N
(book #9 in the CARIBBEAN MURDER SERIES)
Jaden Skye
About Jaden Skye
Jaden Skye is author of the #1 Bestselling CARIBBEAN MURDER series, which includes 10 books (and counting). The first book in the series, DEATH BY HONEYMOON, a #1 Bestseller, is now available as a FREE download on Amazon!
Also in the series are DEATH BY DIVORCE (#2), DEATH BY MARRIAGE (#3), DEATH BY DESIRE (#4), DEATH BY DECEIT (#5), DEATH BY JEALOUSY (#6), DEATH BY PROPOSAL (#7), DEATH BY OBSESSION (#8), DEATH BY DEVOTION (#9) and DEATH BY BETRAYAL (#10). She is also author of the romance A PERFECT STRANGER.
Jaden has always been fascinated with mystery, wrongful death, lies, deception and the power of the truth to prevail. Her romantic suspense/mystery novels feature strong female protagonists who must overcome insurmountable obstacles, and through them, she seeks to get to the very heart of the nature of justice and love.
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Books by Jaden Skye
THE CARIBBEAN MURDER SERIES
DEATH BY HONEYMOON (Book #1)
DEATH BY DIVORCE (Book #2)
DEATH BY MARRIAGE (Book #3)
DEATH BY DESIRE (Book #4)
DEATH BY DECEIT (Book #5)
DEATH BY JEALOUSY (Book #6)
DEATH BY PROPOSAL (Book #7)
DEATH BY OBSESSION (Book #8)
DEATH BY DEVOTION (Book #9)
DEATH BY BETRAYAL (Book #10)
THE TOM’S RIVER SAGA
A PERFECT STRANGER (Book #1)
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 1
The plane back to New York was right on time. Cindy was the first to board, couldn’t wait to return, see her sister, and make sense of what had happened between her and Mattheus. What would she tell Ann had gone on between them? Cindy was still in shock at the abrupt way he had taken off just as they were about to become engaged. The last thing in the world Cindy had expected was for him to run away to be with his long lost daughter, who couldn’t stand the sight of her.
Cindy walked down the aisle of the plane, looking for her seat. It was strange being alone again. How did things turn out this way? From Mattheus’s point of view the separation was for an undetermined amount of time, but temporary. Cindy didn’t feel that way. Her sister Ann always said that Mattheus was a volatile character who couldn’t be trusted, but Cindy had refused to believe it before.
Cindy tucked her bag into the overhead compartment and snuggled next to the window. Okay, she thought, let Mattheus and his creepy daughter have each other. She was exhausted, had been totally unprepared for the abrupt ending of their relationship. She turned her head to the aisle, watched others board the plane and listened to flight instructions. Finally, as the plane took off, Cindy closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In her sleep Cindy felt herself floating through the air, wondering who she was now, or where she was truly headed. It seemed as if she were stretched out on a ragged cloud that dipped and turned through unstable gusts of wind. For a while she felt comfortable, then suddenly, in her sleep Cindy felt herself spiraling uncontrollably downwards. As she hung onto the cloud desperately, Cindy suddenly saw gnarled arms reaching out for her from behind. The arms were searching for her, eager to grab and toss her out into the empty sky. Perspiration suddenly streaked down her face, as Cindy squirmed to get away from them. Whose arms were they, what did they want of her? For a moment they seemed to be surrounding the cloud.
“No,” Cindy cried out terrified, gasped and started moaning. Then, thankfully, she felt her hands clutching onto something solid. It was the edge of her seat on the plane.
Someone beside her was shaking her shoulder gently. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” a male voice said.”You’re dreaming dear, everything’s okay.”
Cindy eyes shot open quickly. She was seated next to an older man who looked at her kindly. She tossed in her seat and lunged forward a moment.
He quickly placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her back up. “Nothing’s wrong,” he spoke more firmly. “All’s in order, the flight’s on time.”
Nothing’s in order, thought Cindy. Who is this man? Where’s Mattheus? What’s this man doing next to me? Mattheus had been beside her for so long now, it felt strange having someone else sitting there.
“You’re just having a bad dream,” he repeated, trying to calm her.
“So sorry,” Cindy murmured, embarrassed.
“Nothing to be sorry for, everyone dreams,” the older man continued, “my wife has bad dreams and so does my daughter. Just wake up.”
So simple, Cindy thought, so natural. Just open your eyes and the horror ends.
“We’re landing in a few minutes,” he continued. “Fasten your seat belt.”
“Yes, thank you, I will,” said Cindy, pulling herself together. She tugged her seat belt around her, then craned her neck and looked out of the plane window. She must have slept longer than she realized, they were already flying over New York. The entire trip seemed to have taken only a few moments.
The plane started descending and Cindy’s stomach lurched. She watched the bright lights of the city growing closer as they rose up to meet her. In a few moments they would be landing, and she’d be in New York, back to where she’d started from.
“See, we’re okay,” the older man continued as the plane made a final dip into a smooth landing.
“Thank you,” said Cindy, relieved, to be back on the ground. It had only been a dream, there’s been nothing to it. There were no arms out there waiting to grab her and toss into the abyss.
“Someone meeting you?” the older man seemed concerned. “Would you like me to help you get your things?”
Cindy was touched by his concern. “No, thank you, it’s fine,” she replied, getting up and stretching. “My sister will be picking me up at the
airport.”
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” he was relieved. “You seemed to be having very bad dreams. “
Cindy was embarrassed. “Very bad,” she agreed, softly, wondering if they were a portent of something to come.
“Well, take no mind of them,” the older man responded, “A dream’s only a dream.”
*
As Cindy expected, when she walked through the gate into the airport, Ann was right there waiting for her. She was at the front of the crowd, scanning the passengers closely, looking for Cindy. What would Cindy do without her sister? Whenever hard times came, Ann was always there. All at once, she spotted Cindy, started waving and the two of them ran to each other and hugged.
“Thank you so much for being here,” Cindy murmured. “You’re the best possible sister anyone could want.”
“I know I am,” said Ann, smiling, “and so are you.”
“I’m so relieved to see you,” Cindy said, surprised at how shaken she felt.
“I’m relieved as well,” Ann said. “And not only me, everyone, but everyone is thrilled that you’ve come to your senses and are coming home.”
Cindy shivered a moment. Ann could not shake the idea that the way Cindy had lived since Clint’s death, as a detective in the Caribbean had been a crazy thing to do. And Cindy couldn’t convince her sister otherwise, no matter how much good Cindy had accomplished.
“Come to my senses?” Cindy felt hurt.
Ann hugged her again quickly. “I didn’t mean anything by that,” she backtracked. “Don’t get offended. I’m too happy to see you.”
“I’m not offended,” said Cindy, deciding to let it go. And in truth, she wasn’t offended, just very sad.
“I have a car waiting for us,” Ann continued in a chirpy tone as they followed the crowd to baggage claim to pick up Cindy’s luggage. “When you told me you were returning, I opened the house, filled the cupboards with food, bought your favorite treats. And, I had the yard cleared of old crusty, autumn leaves.” Ann seemed thrilled to be filling Cindy in.
“Thank you,” Cindy murmured. She had no idea what she could do for Ann in return.
“Thank yous are not necessary,” Ann responded as they got to baggage claim. “I always knew this day would come. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for it.”
Cindy felt her body tighten. Did Ann expect that Cindy was coming home for good?
“Both Frank and I have been waiting for you to come back alone, and start your life all over again,” Ann continued. “We both knew it would happen one day.”
“You two must never have thought much of me,” Cindy murmured, as the luggage started rolling in. Cindy’s suitcases came up right away and Ann pulled them off the rack.
“Not at all,” said Ann, “Frank and I both love and adore you. We respect you Cindy. You’ve been on a journey that you obviously had to go through. But sooner or later, we both felt that your nightmare would come to an end.”
Cindy was dumbstruck. “Working as a detective in the Caribbean hasn’t exactly been a nightmare,” she replied, feeling the need to defend herself again.
“It’s been a nightmare for me,” Ann replied as the suitcases came rolling in.
“I’m sorry about that,” said Cindy as they each took one suitcase and started walking together out of the airport, into the late autumn afternoon.
“You’re here now, that’s all that matters,” said Ann as she waved to the car that she had waiting, to come and drive them home.
*
As the car left the airport and drove along the highway to Oyster Bay, Long Island, Cindy felt as though she were being transported backwards in time. She’d never put the home she and Clint had shared on the market, though she’d thought about it many times. Why was she keeping it, she’d wondered? Could she ever bring Mattheus here? Probably not. Yet, there had always been something comforting about knowing that the beautiful cottage, near the water would always be there waiting for her. It was a place she could return to and never lose the wonderful memories of the time she’d shared with Clint. It truly hadn’t occurred to Cindy that one day, she would be coming back here possibly to live, alone.
As the car sped along, Ann reached out and took Cindy’s hand. “I’ve told lots of people that you’re returning,” she said. “Everyone’s so excited to see you again.”
Cindy was startled by the announcement. “Who?”
“I’ve told the old friends you and Clint had. And, also, Clint’s sister heard that you’re returning and wants to see you again, too.”
Cindy swallowed hard. That was a bit too much for now. She had no desire to see Clint’s family again, or remember all the pain they’d put her through.
“That’s going a bit far,” she said to Ann, not wanting to hurt her feelings after all her efforts to make Cindy happy. “Marge couldn’t stand me, ever. What in the world does she want with me know?”
“I’ve heard that things have changed for her,” Ann continued. “She and Ralph are divorced and she’s dating an old flame who recently became available.”
Ann had really done her homework. Cindy was surprised that she knew so much about everyone now.
“I really have no desire to see Marge at all,” said Cindy abruptly.
“Come now, Cindy, it’s good to forgive,” Ann chided her softly. “You don’t want her holding grudges against you, dwelling on you negatively, when you two live only a few blocks away.”
“I don’t live anywhere right now, Ann,” Cindy corrected her.
“Wrong, right now you live here. And Marge’s practically your neighbor.”
Cindy cringed. In her mind, she was only back here visiting, no matter what Ann had told everyone. And she agreed that it was good to forgive, but was still stinging inside from what had happened with Mattheus. There was plenty of hurt to get over with him, she didn’t need old wounds from the past coming up for her to deal with now.
“I’ve arranged a little welcome party for you,” Ann barreled right along, “there’ll be so many people here it won’t matter if Marge is somewhere among the crowd. I think she wants to mend fences badly,” Ann smiled.
Cindy shook her head slowly. “It’s not as if I’m staying here forever,” she proclaimed.
Ann patted her hand. “Of course I realize that nothing is forever. But you’re here now and you told me that you have no plans to return to the Caribbean for a long, long time. You said that era’s over.”
Cindy gulped. She had said that to Ann. She’d been in the throes of shock about Mattheus. And, it was still true, she had no plans to return to the Caribbean immediately, but she also had no plans to settle here, either. Cindy had no idea what era she was in now. This was simply a place for her to land when she felt too tossed about by life’s incessant surprises - when it was too hard for her to go on.
“You’ll take one step and then another,” Ann said soothingly. Ann always knew how to take the edge off for Cindy, to bring her back to center. “Who knows what’s waiting? It could be something wonderful,” Ann smiled, obviously so happy to have Cindy back home.
Cindy leaned over and hugged her sister. “It’s wonderful enough being here with you,” she said. Cindy was finished with looking for something or someone to rescue her anymore. She’d been through too much, had learned too many lessons, grown wiser. She’d watched events and people twist and turn into all kinds of unexpected configurations. What she really hoped for now was to find her own center of gravity, really feel the earth beneath her feet, and let life itself show her how to go forward.
“So, the welcome home party is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon,” Ann chirped as the car turned the corner and drove up the familiar tree lined street to the end, where the cottage she and Clint had shared, waited for Cindy unconditionally.
Chapter 2
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 u
sual 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.