CHAPTER 1 Sunday The minute Gerry and I boarded the Air Canada flight at Pearson we, shall I say I knew trouble was afoot on our Caribbean vacation. We had been saving for this trip since I finished my first year of college and Gerry, my sweet adorable hunk of a husband decided I deserved a trip south for graduating with honors. The man must have been clairvoyant as I did exactly that. More about my last year. I spent the latter part of my first year as a CSI student battling a stalking janitor who made my life difficult to say the least and I was forced to endure the harassment of our tenant association president, Stella who enjoyed making my life hell. On top of all that one of our tenants sent her lover to his death and into the dumpster outside our first floor unit. I managed to finish my first and get a job in a crime lab but not before I was abducted by the brother of our murderess. The trouble that I spoke of earlier went by the name Donovan Mitchell and his newlywed bride Rebecca as we would refer to as Becky on the island. Obnoxious was a fitting word for Donovan. Even before the plane took off the attendants had told him he needed to be quiet. If this was any indication of his behavior it was going to be a bumpy ride for sure. About half way through the five hour flight south we hit a mad patch of turbulence and Donovan chose to start screaming that we were all going to die. Gerry muttered something under his breath about “not all of us”. Just then a Jamaican woman yelled “Don’t ya make me come back there mon. Stop your caterwauling or me slap you so hard your next three generations will feel it!”
After Graduating from the Crime scene investigator course, Laura and Gerry escape for some quality time in Jamaica. As usual, things are not going according to Hoyle for Cookie the corpse magnet as another murder takes place. The victim was obnoxious and not widely admired by his fellow vacationers but what did Donovan Mitchell do to deserve death?
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