While he had tried to put Clara from his mind, his ex-wife had a way of entering his thoughts at random intervals and at the most inappropriate times. He had loved her with his soul, but that hadn’t been enough. Maybe it was why he held back now. He feared that if loving someone with his entire being hadn’t been enough before, why would it be now? Yet, he had to shake the self-flagellation.
“The best part, though, I must say, was snorkeling. The colors of those fish. Absolutely stunning.” Meredith took a sip of her wine.
Jimmy’s eyes fell to her slim fingers. When they held hands, they intertwined perfectly with his.
He needed to put the past behind him and leave it there. Sara had told him to open his heart, but he was starting to think it was secured behind reinforced steel doors. Still, he appreciated how far he had come—and not simply in actual mileage, but also in the emotional distance he had traveled to ask Meredith to accompany him to Jamaica. Really, though, what fun was an island without a companion? Still, he wasn’t going to rush things and had ensured they had separate rooms.
Taking a long draw on his wine, he appreciated its flavor. He pursed his lips.
“You look mighty deep in thought.” Meredith laughed.
“Truth be told, I was.” If he allowed his mind to swallow him whole, it would. Enough of the scrutiny and inward reflection. He was determined to enjoy this moment in time—another wise piece of advice from Sara.
He reached across the table for Meredith’s hand. As hers molded to his, he had to admit that he felt better than he had in a long time. On some level, he felt more complete. If he had listened to his initial excuses, he wouldn’t be here with her. It was with that thought he realized she no longer wore the ring. He pinched his fingers around where it used to be.
She withdrew her hand and placed it on her lap. “You just noticed? I haven’t worn it since just before Christmas, but it was time for me to move on. I have a feeling it is for you too.”
Meredith’s husband had cheated on her after twenty years of marriage. She couldn’t forgive him. It was an offense Jimmy wasn’t sure he could have pardoned either.
Again, the internal talk would have him believe his situation hadn’t been the same. That somehow he’d suffered less the way his marriage had ended. All Clara wanted was more of him, yet it was a sacrifice he wasn’t able to make. He had continued to put the job first, and in the end, that’s all he had. Still, it had resulted in the same outcome as it had for Meredith—two hearts that had once been bound were ripped apart.
“I know you’re probably right.” Jimmy tried to smile. He hoped at least a glimmer of it came through. “I’ve been happy here with you. It’s been nice having a friend.” He knew it came out all wrong by the way her face fell and her eyes pinched.
“Yes, it is.” She cleared her throat as she took the napkin from her lap and put it on the table. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”
As she walked away, he felt like a schmuck, with a capital S. Why couldn’t he just put his reservations aside? What did he have to lose? His pride? He was certain his heart hung back, despite periodic suspicions to the contrary. All he had to do was breathe in, and breathe out.
His hand went to his neck and he stretched it side to side. It was then he felt a pinch and everything went black.
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Chapter 2
TIME FLIES
SEAN SIPPED HIS ORANGE JUICE as he peered out a window that overlooked the backyard. The morning was overcast and would be downright gloomy if it wasn’t for the white blanket of snow clinging to the bushes and the trees. He had an odd realization—how depressing it would be if the snow were black, red, pink, or, essentially, any other color.
He was in the sitting room, with the dark wood trim and piano, both of which Sara had fallen in love with at first sight. She was holed up in her office, a room of the house she had claimed for her writing. He was glad to see that she was back to her craft and taking it more seriously than ever.
This left him with one concern. Valentine’s Day. It was a few days away and he wanted to make it memorable for Sara. But it was tough to devise a plan that would surprise the imagination of a novelist. He had given her jewels and a top-of-the-line desktop computer with a large monitor for Christmas.
And if the pressure of a memorable Valentine’s Day wasn’t enough, the end of this month marked one year since the day he’d proposed—and Sara’s birthday. Tagged onto that, the start of March was their wedding anniversary. Time had flown.
The last two months had been particularly busy as they set out organizing their private investigator firm. Obtaining their PI licenses had proven easy, given the advantage of their past experience. They renewed their licenses and registered a couple semi-automatic handguns. They were ready to go. The only things left were deciding on a name and setting up shop.
Sara came into the room. “Good morning, darling.”
“How’s the book coming along?”
“Oh, it comes.” She went over to him and kissed his forehead, but he tugged her down into his lap, swept his fingers through her hair, and took her mouth.
She put her hand on his chest and pulled back. “Someone’s in a great mood this morning.”
“You have no idea. I was just thinking about how far we’ve come and how fast time goes.”
Sara let out a puff of breath. “I agree. Can you believe it’s almost been a year since we got married? It’s unbelievable to me.”
“It feels longer?”
She batted his chest and angled her head. “You want me to feed your ego? It’s been the best twelve months of my life, Sean.”
She pressed her lips to his, and he didn’t want the display of affection to end, but the shrill ring of the phone on the side table was enough to disrupt them.
“Let Helen get the phone. Now, where were—” He put his hand to the nape of her neck and drew her to him.
“Sara? Oh, I’m terribly sorry.” Helen, their housekeeper, stood in the doorway, her hand beneath her chin, and her eyes screwed up toward the ceiling. Her face was flushed when she looked back at them. “It’s for you, Sara.”
“Thank you.” She reached for the handset while remaining on Sean’s lap. “Hello, this is Sara McKinley.”
Sean played with her hair, twirling the long chestnut strands around his fingers.
“What do you mean gone?” Her eyes cut to him before she got up, paced a few steps, and stopped. “You have no idea where he is?”
Sean sat straighter and aligned eye contact with her.
“He just disappeared at dinner? And you haven’t seen him since? We’ll be there as fast as we can. Stay put, all right? Everything will be fine.” Sara lowered the receiver to its cradle. She appeared peaked.
Sean took her hand. “What is it?”
“Jimmy. He’s missing.”
“Missing?”
“Yes. Meredith said she’d excused herself to go to the washroom and when she came back, he was gone. They hadn’t even finished their meal.”
“He never came back to the resort?”
Sara shook her head. “What could have happened to him, Sean? I can’t see him leaving her there. Did someone take Jimmy?”
“I don’t know, darling, but we’re going to find out and get him back.”
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Chapter 3
SWEET LANDING
THE HEAT CLUNG TO SARA, making her skin clammy and her breath hitch, as she stepped off the plane.
The pilot, co-pilot, and stewardess were waiting at the base of the stairs. The two men stood straight, with their hands clasped behind their backs. Bethany held hers in front.
Sara smiled at Bethany. There was something familiar about her, but Sara couldn’t decide whether she had run into her in the past, or whether the girl just had one of those faces.
“I hope that you found the
flight enjoyable,” Samuel Reynolds, the pilot, said.
Sean nodded. “If only this trip was for pleasure.”
The pilot’s eyes held a silent inquiry, but he didn’t need to know everything. In fact, they hadn’t disclosed their reason for the last-minute getaway, thinking this was a case of the fewer who knew, the better. The flight crew probably assumed it was to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Sara wished it had been a spur-of-the-moment fancy to fly to the island. She slipped her hand into Sean’s, and they headed toward the front of the airport with Anthony in tow, carrying their luggage.
When they reached the parking lot, Sean extended an envelope to the co-pilot. “This is for you.”
Anthony opened it and fanned the bills. “Sir?”
“You can thank me later. For now, I just want you to enjoy yourself. Book yourself a nice room somewhere, sip piña coladas, and swim in the sea. Can you handle that?”
“Hmm. Yes, uh-huh.”
Sara smiled at the man. While she and Sean hadn’t gotten to know their flight crew that well, people worked harder when they felt appreciated.
“Tell Samuel and Bethany that there is a packet for each of them on the glass table.”
“Yes, wow, thank—I don’t know what to say.”
Sean put his hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “There’s nothing you have to say. Simply have fun. We’ll contact you as soon as we’re ready to go. You have my number?”
Anthony nodded.
“All right. Welcome to Jamaica.” Sean smiled at him and squeezed Sara’s hand, but his face fell serious when his back was to his crew member. “Let’s just hope the Jamaican adage—no problem—applies to Jimmy’s situation.”
“Darling, I hope you’re right.”
“I know. I don’t even want to think about anything happening to Jimmy.”
THEY HAD TWO OPTIONS FOR travel from the airport to the resort—cram into a bus or rent a driver and a vehicle. The later was a wise choice, although, the ride was bumpy. The sedan needed new shocks and every time the driver touched the brakes, the car pulsated. The sensation would have suited twirling hubcaps quite well.
The trip from the airport to their resort in Ocho Rios was an hour’s drive and it took them through the countryside. The landscape was flat with a lot of palm trees and various other plants with wide leaves shadowing the edges of the road. They passed a few resorts, but Sara couldn’t imagine staying in any of them when being next to the water was an option.
“Here we are, sa.” The driver came to a stop in front of the resort and got out. He opened Sara’s door, and then went to the trunk for their bags.
Sean tipped the man and he left, a plume of smoke kicking out exhaust in his wake.
The breeze carried the scent of the sea, the salty brine casting a sort of spell over Sara as she breathed in heavily. It was the same for her no matter where they visited. Each locale had a unique smell—even in the tropics, one island differed from another.
Inside the resort, a wall was open and the view of the beach stretched out before them. The aquamarine blue contrasting with the white sands was postcard worthy—if only a photograph could truly capture the beauty of witnessing such scenery firsthand.
Her white dress rippled in the air currents, the fabric teasing her skin as it brushed against her and then swelled, providing temporary relief from the heat.
“Welcome to Ocho Rios.” The female behind the front desk greeted them with a wide grin, showcasing teeth. Her skin, the color of the night, was beautiful.
“Thank you.” Sara smiled at her and glanced at Sean. He seemed about as caught up in the magic of the place as she. His facial features were soft and his eyes electric.
“We have a reservation under McKinley. Sean and Sara,” he said.
“Ah, yes. We were expecting you about now.”
“Please, this way.” A man in his early twenties came up behind them.
Sara hadn’t even noticed him until he spoke.
“I will take your bags to your room.” He took the luggage from Sean, but his eyes never left Sara.
Under his intense stare, Sara felt her cheeks burn. She reached for Sean’s hand, knowing that island men loved foreign women.
“He will show you to the room,” the woman at the counter prompted the bellhop to move along.
He stopped in front of Sara. “I am Benjamin. That’s a Bible name. Pleased to meet you.” He put the luggage down and extended his hand.
She shook it and found it interesting that he mentioned the Bible. “Sara and this is my husband, Sean.”
Sean had his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her in toward him.
“All the beautiful ones are married.” The glint in Benjamin’s eyes could have sparked a fire. “This way.”
“Actually, we need to get somewhere.” Sean gave him the name of the resort where Meredith was staying. They had tried to get reservations at the same place, but there were no vacancies.
The smile on Benjamin’s face fell as he looked at the woman behind the counter.
“You need to go there?” she asked.
“Yes, we need to visit a friend.”
“Oh.” The toothy grin showcased again. “Benjamin will take your bags to your room and I will get you a ride.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
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Overview of Christmas is Murder
Albany’s the perfect image of a winter wonderland, and Sean and Sara’s friend Jimmy is going to be Santa Claus for the upcoming Christmas parade. The trees and decorations have been selected and the gifts have been purchased. The season has truly cast its magical spell--until Sean and Sara’s neighbors die in a horrible house fire.
While the fire department ruled holiday-related hazards as the cause, Sara suspects there’s more to it. Her determination to find the truth has her and Sean toeing the line between what’s legal and what’s not.
As they sort out fact from fiction, the McKinleys make the final decision about whether or not they should open a private investigation firm.
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About the Author
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international best-selling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada and Sisters in Crime.
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Table of 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 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Note to Readers
Preview of Valentine’s Day is Murder
Overview of Christmas is Murder
About the Author
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