Murder in Aruba: An Anna Winters Cozy Mystery (Murder in Paradise Book 5)

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by Penelope Sotheby


  "No one ever talks to me that way." His voice was cold. "You've left me no choice but to fire you."

  Anna looked at the man, dumbfounded. "Mr. Puccio! You're being unreasonable."

  Raising his voice, he continued. "No. You are in violation of your contract. I have no choice but to terminate your employment with the Grand Palatial hotel. You are no longer an employee, effective immediately. You have 30 minutes to pack your room and leave the property. Anything left behind becomes the property of the hotel."

  With that, Mr. Puccio turned and walked away.

  "Come on, Anthony." Anna called out. "Let's be adults here."

  "You will not address me again," he shouted over his shoulder as he left.

  The guards looked at Anna with false pity on their faces.

  "Looks like the almighty Anna has fallen from grace," The older man with a bushy grey moustache, bald head and brown eyes fake pouted.

  "Will she ever get back on her feet?" the younger blonde hair, blue-eyed man questioned.

  "Maybe she will solve the mystery of why she was fired before the next harrowing tale," the older man suggested.

  "Or perhaps no one will care," The younger man offered.

  "I get it." Anna rolled her eyes. "Let me pack my stuff up."

  "Actually, we did that for you about 10 minutes ago," the older cop smiled. "We were all but happy to kick you out of here. You have been making security look bad for months."

  Anna opened the door to her room and found that her stuff was packed up and she was set to go.

  "If you come on the property again, you will be arrested," the younger man said.

  "I'd do my best to avoid that."

  The older guy gave a fake frown. "Anna Winters is likely to get stabbed with a shiv in jail."

  Anna looked at the two men and noticed Cassandra in the hallway. The young woman had a smile on her face that reached from one ear to the other. Anna looked at her coldly and turned to the men and simply nodded.

  "Please bring my baggage for me." Anna's voice sounded defeated. "I guess this is how it ends. I have spent years devoted to this hotel and even endangered my own life to save its name four times. Now, you are tossing me out like I am a piece of trash. This is a new low, even for Puccio."

  Turning to go, the three walked to the elevator. Anna couldn't help but remember the smile she had seen on Cassandra's face. It showed the pure joy she felt in witnessing the hell Anna was going through. It would all work out in the end. Anna knew that. But there wasn't any comfort in knowing that someone who hated her so much was in the hotel at that very moment and feeling like she won.

  But good always wins and Anna knew that. While it was a struggle right now and she'd have to get creative to solve the murder. She knew she couldn't let Anstice down. She just hoped she could figure out a way to interview the guests at the Grand Palatial without landing in jail for criminal trespass. After all, the police wouldn't be so willing to work with a criminal, would they?

  Chapter 6

  Standing outside along the road, Anna looked back at the Grand Palatial in front of her. She felt broken, humiliated and couldn't believe Mr. Puccio would put her out on the street like he had. There wasn't a cloud in the bright, tropical sky but it seemed as though there was a gloom hanging over the day.

  Right now, Anna couldn't go on the property to check on Pauline. She couldn't keep an eye on her when she went on her date. Pauline was in danger and Anna had to figure out a way to keep an eye on her friend and come to her aid if necessary.

  Looking into her phone, she selected Pauline's name from the phone book and waited as the phone rang. After a few rings, Pauline answered the phone.

  "You were just in here," Pauline laughed.

  "I've been terminated," Anna grumbled. "So, what do we do now?"

  "You were fired?" Pauline said in shock. "When did that happen?"

  "As soon as I left your room," Anna sighed. "Anthony was in the hallway with Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber. So, they escorted me off the property. If I return, they are going to have me charged with trespassing."

  "You've got to be kidding," Pauline said. "What about my date? You were supposed to be there. I don't want to see Christos alone. I'm going to just cancel. I needed you there."

  "No, you are still going," Anna interrupted. "I need you to go and to talk to him for me. When you meet with him, leave your phone on and interview him. Let me hear what he has to say. I can't ask him the questions myself, but together we can determine if he is the cold blooded killer we suspect he is."

  "I wish you were here to handle this," Pauline sighed. "You are so much better at this than I am. Yes, I can ask him a laundry list of questions. You can even hear what he has to say. But you won't be able to read his body language at all. What if I overlook something that is a telltale sign?"

  "You'll be fine,” Anna assured her. "You know what you're doing. You have this whole time. Just take the lead on this and let's take out Christos."

  "What if he notices the phone is on?" Pauline asked. "He could see that it is on and connected to you. Then what am I supposed to do?"

  "Just leave the speakerphone off." Anna replied. "Then lay the screen face down on the table. So he can't see it is connected. You'll ignore it and the phone won't ring while we are connected. You won't have to worry about a thing. He'll just assume you aren't a popular person. Plus, that will allow me to watch over you, despite not being allowed to return to the property."

  "This better work," Pauline warned. "You promised nothing would happen to me."

  "Nothing is going to happen to you," Anna vowed. "If I think you are even remotely in danger, I will go on the property and risk jail time to save you."

  "Well, I hope your gallant efforts pay off in that case," Pauline replied.

  Anna heard a knock on the door over the phone.

  "Looks like showtime," Pauline whispered.

  Anna could hear Pauline open the door.

  "Hello Christos," Pauline greeted warmly.

  "You are looking as breathtaking as I had hoped," Christos responded. "Would you care to accompany me to the hotel's restaurant?"

  "It would be my pleasure," Pauline replied.

  For the next few minutes, Anna listened to what appeared to be an awkward silence. Continuously, she checked her phone to make certain that the call hadn't be lost along the way. Finally, she could hear the growing sound of chatter in the phone and knew they were approaching the restaurant.

  "If we were able to, I'd take you somewhere nicer," Christos offered.

  "The food here is good," Pauline assured him.

  "I'm not a monster," Christos continued. "I am sure you searched me online and found horror stories about me. They aren't true."

  "I am not sure what you mean," Pauline lied.

  "I've never harmed a woman," Christos continued. "I have enemies who plant stories about me. You are free to go if you are uncomfortable. I won't harm you."

  "I'd like to stay," Pauline replied. "I am not afraid of you. I find you smart and very handsome."

  "Then please," Christos laughed. "Order anything you'd like on the menu. I would love to treat you to a meal beyond your wildest dreams."

  "Thank you, Christos," Pauline said.

  Another awkward silence fell between them. Anna couldn't help but wonder what was going through Pauline's mind at the moment. Surely, she didn't buy the planted story speech that Christos was giving. At the same time, Anna was relieved that she also didn't accept his invitation to leave. Tonight was important. They needed answers from Christos as quickly as possible.

  "Right this way,” a man's voice said.

  "Thank you." Christos' voice seemed genuinely annoyed, Anna thought.

  "This looks lovely," Pauline said.

  "Would you like to know the specials?" The man who seated the pair asked.

  "You can leave," Christos replied dryly. "If she is interested, she is perfectly capable of reading."

  "Very well, si
r." The man's voice sounded annoyed by the dismissal.

  Anna desperately wanted Pauline to get into the meat of interrogating Christos. She hoped she wouldn't have to wait hours for her friend to break the ice.

  "Anstice is a very pretty girl," Pauline began.

  "She is my pride and joy," Christos agreed. "I will do anything I can to protect her. She is her own person but I will step in to safeguard her. I'll give her some room to make mistakes. But if I see she is in trouble, I will put her needs and wishes aside and save her."

  "Were you fond of Adonis?" Pauline asked.

  "He was a tolerable human being," Christos sighed. "He wasn't someone I thought my daughter should be with. He wasn't a good man by any means. But I didn't have anything to do with his death. We're here to eat. Would you like some wine?"

  "I don't drink," Pauline replied.

  "Nonsense," Christos laughed. "Waiter, excuse me. Please bring us your finest Merlot."

  "Yes, sir," a young man replied.

  "I really don't want to drink," Pauline spoke up. "I don't like the way alcohol goes to my head."

  "I'm a perfect gentleman," Christos cut her off. "I am not going to do anything to harm you. Just enjoy some wine with your dinner. They have a great filet mignon here. Do you eat beef? It is authentic kobe too."

  "That sounds fine," Pauline replied. "It might have been hard to see so many people you know die."

  "You have a morbid fascination with the dead," Christos responded. "If Anna Winters was here, I'd say you were working for her. But Cassandra told me she had been fired."

  "Why were you speaking to Cassandra?" Pauline asked. "She seems like a strange person for you to be having a conversation with."

  "She has been trying to seduce me," Christos responded. "She isn't my type though. Far too young, pale skin and I don't think she is a good person. There is something sinister about her."

  "I am not fond of her myself," Pauline agreed. "I think she would kill someone if she had the chance."

  "I think you are absolutely right," Christos said. "I wouldn't trust her with anything. If I were left alone with her, I wouldn't touch any food or drink I knew she handled. That's all I am going to say on the matter."

  "Do you think she helped to kill those people at the reception?" Pauline asked.

  "I would say without a doubt she did." Christos replied. "The problem would be proving it. Waiter, we are ready to order,"

  "What would you like, madam?" The young man asked.

  "She'll have the filet mignon," Christos began. "Medium rare. Make sure that the incompetent chef pays close attention to this. Give her the asparagus, the garlic and chive mashed potatoes on the side. I'll have the same. Please be sure both plates are precise down to the very last detail or I will send it back."

  "Yes, sir," the young man replied.

  "You should have gone easier on him," Pauline replied.

  "When you demand excellence, people will step up," Christos informed her. "They won't deliver it otherwise. But they will be careful with the plating and it will look impressive to say the least. I have high expectations, but I will settle for mediocre as long as the quality of the food is decent. The Grand Palatial does live up to my expectaions most of the time."

  "Most of the time?" Pauline asked.

  "Four people died," Christos reminded her. "I would say that your food quality percentage is impacted by that."

  "You have a point," Pauline agreed.

  "What are you doing here?" Christos demanded angrily.

  Anna perked up. The bland conversation had seemed to have taken an intriguing turn.

  "This doesn't concern you." Another man's voice replied. "Pauline Baker?"

  "Yes?" Pauline replied.

  "You are under arrest," The man replied. "Please come with us quietly or we will be forced to handcuff you here."

  "There's no need," Pauline responded.

  "Pauline?" Anna chimed in. "What is going on?"

  "Is your phone on?" Christos demanded.

  "I can explain," Pauline continued.

  "Come with us, Pauline," the other man replied.

  "Who is this?" Christos demanded into the phone.

  Anna hung up the phone and began to run for the lobby doors of the Grand Palatial. A police car was pulling up to the front door and she pushed herself as hard as she could to make it inside in time. Anna could feel tears falling from her eyes. What had Pauline done and why would all of this just now be coming to light.

  As she reached the side of the car, she saw Pauline with a shocked look on her face.

  "What is going on?" Anna shouted.

  "Your friend has been poisoning people," the officer responded. "Thanks to a tip from a Cassandra Wilson, we knew precisely where to look."

  "Aren't you supposed to say an anonymous tip?" Pauline asked.

  "She was very adamant that we should let you know she turned you in." the officer replied. "She said she wouldn't be another victim of yours. She received death threats and more from you. There is a massive amount of evidence. I'd recommend you call a lawyer when we get to the police department."

  "Save me, Anna," Pauline pleaded as she was pushed into the back of the police car.

  Anna watched as the officer then got behind the wheel and drove off. As the vehicle pulled out of the entryway of the hotel, Anna could feel waves of nausea rushing over her. Her best friend was being taken off in the back of a police car. All because Cassandra had lied and threw her under the bus. It was very clear right then that Cassandra would stop at nothing to get whatever she wanted. Even if it meant destroying the lives of everyone around her.

  Turning to go, she heard the lobby doors fly open and hit the wall. The glass shattered. Turning, she saw Pierre with tears in his eyes.

  "Anna," he cried.

  "Pierre?" she asked.

  "She told everyone I tried to force myself on her." His voice strained. "Cassandra is out for blood and taking out everyone."

  Chapter 7

  Anna tried to calm herself down. First, her best friend was being hauled off to jail for Cassandra's crimes. Then her friend Pierre found himself a marked man with Cassandra accusing him of rape. It was clear everything was escalating with her and they weren't going to get better any time soon.

  "We know you've had a physical relationship with her in the past," Anna began. "Did you have intercourse with her tonight?"

  "No," Pierre assured her. "But it doesn't matter. All she has to do is say it happened."

  "Actually," Anna replied. "She would be taken in for a rape kit. If that didn't show any signs of trauma, it would be harder for her to make the claim. Where were you when she accused you?"

  "I've been in the kitchen the entire time." Pierre replied. "She cornered me in the kitchen and made the threat. We even argued for a bit and that is when she scratched me. Then she went to see Mr. Puccio."

  "Well, that's all we need," Anna replied. "We just need the tapes showing rape couldn't have occurred. We need to get to the camera footage before she does. Otherwise, she will tamper with it as she does with everything."

  "How?" Pierre asked. "There is an alert for you. If you go inside, you'll be arrested."

  "That's not how it works," Anna replied. "Follow me."

  Walking into the lobby, Anna put her head down and grabbed Pierre's arm. She made a beeline for Mr. Puccio's office and pulled Pierre into the room.

  "Has she taken the bait yet?" Mr. Puccio asked.

  "Not yet," Anna replied. "But she is growing confident. She had Pauline arrested and came to you about Pierre raping her?"

  "She did," Mr. Puccio nodded. "We already handed the tapes of the argument over to the police. I knew she was lying. I've had security watching her all day. They've been recording her movements and when this happened, they pulled a copy for the police right away. We're taking her down."

  "But you fired Anna!" Pierre could not have been more shocked. "You even yelled at her before the reception. This doesn't make sense
."

  "It didn't make any sense to me either until about half an hour ago," Anna began. "Mr. Puccio phoned me up to tell me that my firing was staged so that it would draw Cassandra out. Great idea, although I wish I knew Mr. Puccio's plan beforehand."

  "Sorry about that". Mr. Puccio said. "But I wasn't sure how good an actress you were."

  "Now, we need to prove Pauline wasn't guilty of poisoning people," Anna replied. "Otherwise, her life is ruined."

  "We can't do anything!" Pierre cried. "The police have evidence against Pauline. Evidence Cassandra staged."

  "We have something," Anna said thoughtfully. "We have Christos. We can use him to our advantage."

  "How is Christos going to help?" Mr. Puccio asked. "I think he's in on the murder."

  "There's something about a father," Anna began. "If he thinks his daughter is in trouble, he will step up to the plate. It's in his nature."

  "So, how do we go about getting him to think his daughter is in trouble?" Pierre asked. "Should we put her into hiding?"

  "I don't think that would be wise," Anna replied. "We need to approach him with something he would see as a credible threat and make certain we set Cassandra up to take the fall. We know Cassandra is one killer, I think I might know who the second killer is."

  "Who is it?" Pierre asked.

  "This murder is going to take more than pointing the finger," Anna said. "We need to flush out the killer and have them expose themselves without realizing it. We can't just say that we know they are the killer."

  "But who is it?" Pierre demanded.

  "It doesn't matter," Anna insisted. "I know you want a clear and concise answer right this second, but I can't give it to you. Not because I don't have the answer. The reason is that if the killer even remotely suspects we know who they are, we'll be his next victims."

  "Well, how do we flush him out?" Mr. Puccio demanded. "If we just sit around and do nothing, we will all surely die."

  "Call security off on me," Anna replied. “I need some time to think and do more snooping around the hote

  With that, Anna turned towards the door. Opening it a crack, she peeked to be sure the coast was clear, snuck into the lobby and headed towards Christos' room. Her heart beat loudly as she knew she had to be extremely careful. If Cassandra caught wind of anything, she'd take Anna out in a second. There was no stopping her, save for a moment her emotions were played on. A moment that would prove to be pure luck.

 

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