It was a dark and stormy night, on the tenth of March. Eight people had been summoned to solve the murder of Carrie Bean, a potential resort developer on Paradise Island.
Her body had been discovered floating in water, and cause of death was determined as drowning. Marks on the body suggested she had fallen down the cliff to her death. But had she fallen? Or had she been pushed? Was the puncture mark in her neck the work of a tree branch? Or something more sinister?
Only the guests could tell.
They took their seats around the table. Chocolate pavlova with tropicals fruits was served. Pink Flamingos and Illusions poured into cocktail glasses to wash it down.
And then the interrogation began.
The evidence was layed out.
The murderer provoked.
But who could it be?
There was Anne. The yachts woman who held the record for the worlds fastest solo sail. She operated a charter company on the island, and made good money. The island was her livelihood; her accomplishments the hook.
All that was set to change. Carrie had discovered Anne was a fraud. Her dramatic win was a farce; it was not the wind in her sails that pushed her boat forward. It was a hidden motor attached to the hull.
Was this motive enough for murder?
Jim Aker, the banker was there, in his typical attire. His company in Miami funded the resorts on the island, Anne’s business and much else.
But that wasn’t the only place his money came from.
No, Jim was in league with two other guests, Monty and Toby. Toby owned the sole resort on Paradise island, and Carrie’s development threatened to ruin him. Monty had retired from professional cricket playing, and was selling merchandise instead. It was his hollow cricket bats that made the trafficking possible for the trio.
And Carrie knew it all.
Barbie was a free loving Jamaican dancer. She loved to limbo and to have a good time. She was familiar with most men on the island, in some rather intimate ways.
But it had not always been like that. Once, she too, had been a man. Or rather, a woman trapped in a man’s body.
Carrie held the secrets of her past, and threatened to expose them.
Martin was the islands chef; his specialty, dodgy French cuisine that frequently left many ill. In fact certain documents had recently come to light which suggested his license was about to be revoked. Coupled with the fact that his true identity as a resident of London and not Paris, be known, the future did not look bright.
Marguerite, the wife of a rich oil tycoon, did not like to travel alone. But her husband’s business was failing, and she felt the need to confront his mistress, Carrie Bean. With the pre-nup in place, it seemed that Marguerite would soon be on her own, with no money, no husband, and just the lonely poison dart she carried in her bag.
Gran Ada had made a name for herself as the voodoo priestess of the Caribbean. She looked remarkable for her advanced age, thanks to her voodoo magics, and had quite a following, as a virgin high priestess.
But she was under threat.
Carrie had discovered that the old woman was not as old as she pretended. She also had a love child, from many years ago, a fact that would strip her of her powers and authority.
Just how far would Gran go, to prevent the truth?
The characters were assembled.
The facts laid plain.
Who had killed Carrie Bean?
Do you know?
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