During the day, the police officers were kind enough to accompany me to the bathroom. The only other accoutrements in my cell, which until a few days ago had been the police station’s storage room, were two metal file cabinets, a ceramic bowl filled with semi-clean water, a half used bar of soap, and a bucket for after-hours emergencies. I moved from the louvered window, with its layers of chicken wire marring what otherwise would’ve been a beautiful view of the Caribbean, and sat back down on my make-shift bed-a beach chair covered with a towel. While I was only being falsely accused of murder, there was still hope. But then I’d really never get out of this mess. Terrorists could use it as a weapon.”Īnd I could use it to kill you.
“Where was I supposed to get a metal nail file in the middle of the night? You know they don’t let you carry that stuff on the plane anymore. “It’s what they always smuggle into prisoners in the movies.”Īt that moment I wanted to throttle Jane, but since I was on the inside of a jail cell and Jane was on the outside, it was unlikely to happen. “HOW EXACTLY IS AN emery board supposed to help me break out of jail?” Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, or stored in a database or retrieval system, using any means or method now known or hereafter devised, without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Cover Illustration © Koun/Īll rights reserved. Lizzie quickly becomes Polizia Nationale’s number one suspect and the only way she can prove her innocence is to solve Michael’s murder herself.Ĭover design by Julie Ortolon. The plan works perfectly until Lizzie spends the night with scuba instructor Jack, and Michael’s body washes up on Blue Bay’s pristine shore. Then Lizzie meets Michael, a gold-chained antiquities dealer who offers to play her husband for the week no strings (or sex) attached. But it still beat the alternative, eight more days hibernating in her empty apartment feeling sorry for herself because her fiancé dumped her at the altar. Touring alone, dining alone, and worst of all, having to explain to the resort’s thirty other guests why she was staying in the bridal suite alone-Lizzie was dreading it.
But that was before she knew she’d be honeymooning sans groom. When Lizzie Mancini booked her honeymoon to the secluded Blue Bay Beach Resort on the small Caribbean island of Camus Caye she thought it would be relaxing to spend the week at an isolated couples-only retreat.
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