Heavenly Honeymoon (Zoe Donovan Mysteries Book 15) Read Online Free

sat down at the bar. I explained all of this and more in great detail to the rugged man, who kept interrupting my narrative. I swear, at the rate we were progressing I was going to die of old age before this interview concluded.
    “So after speaking to Della, Mr. Jimenez stayed at the bar with Stefana until dinner?” Talin asked.
    “Yes. I never saw him leave the bar.”
    “And then?”
    “Then we enjoyed a delicious meal.”
    I could feel my throat becoming raspy. There was no way around it; I was going to have to risk another trip to the ladies’ room.
    “You know, maybe I will take that water you offered earlier. I don’t think I can go on if I don’t wet my throat.”
    “Very well. I will fetch you some water, but you are to remain seated. I could handcuff you to the chair or I could trust you to do as I say.”
    “I’ll stay seated. I promise.”
    That seemed to satisfy him because he left my hands free while he exited the room. I wished I could talk to Zak. In spite of the fact that Talin seemed to be nicer than I’d originally thought, I was really scared. If Zak had been on the phone the entire time I’d been locked up I was pretty sure the cavalry was on the way. I seemed to make a habit of getting into trouble, but Zak was equally skilled at rescuing me. I only needed to wait for my knight to break through the door and whisk me to safety.
    While the outcome of this endless conversation was directly tied to my freedom, which terrified me, I’d learned a lot of interesting facts as well. Prior to my discussion with Toad, and now Talin, I’d never once stopped to consider the socioeconomic reality that had to exist to make a five-star resort such as Heavenly Island possible. Talin indicated that there was a level of unhappiness among the people who had lived on the island before the resort had been built, but I had to wonder if the unrest wasn’t just a tad more intense than he’d indicated.
    I didn’t have long to ponder that question because, surprisingly, Talin returned quickly with not only water but bottled water. I wanted to hug the man for his generous gesture but decided not to make a fuss that could end up backfiring.
    “Thank you.” I opened the bottle and took a sip. It tasted like manna from heaven.
    “Please continue with your story,” Talin directed. “What happened after your lovely meal?”
    “After dinner some of the men went up on the deck to smoke cigars, and many of the women followed them. Zak doesn’t smoke, but he wanted to speak to Charles about a business opportunity, so I agreed to meet him on the deck after I used the ladies’ room. While I was washing my hands I heard Ricardo speaking to another man in the hallway just outside the door. I honestly don’t know who the second man was; I didn’t recognize his voice. The men seemed to be planning to engage in some sort of betting operation that revolved around a dog fight. I’m afraid I went just a tiny bit ballistic. I had let that particular wound fester all afternoon and I was determined to speak my mind. By the time I dried my hands and left the ladies’ room, Ricardo had made his way up to the deck. I don’t know where the other man had gone off to, but I’m afraid I totally laid in to the dog-hating Mr. Jimenez.”
    “Laid in to him?”
    “Verbally. I didn’t kick him again, although I wanted to. I guess I said some things that might be considered to be threats.”
    Talin looked down at his notes. “Three of the other guests reported that you threatened to beat him with a chain.”
    “Yeah.” I blushed. “I guess I did say that.”
    “Five of the guests reported that you called the man ‘bottom-feeding pond scum’ and you hoped ‘he’d wake up the next day with an advanced case of leprosy.’”
    “Yes, I said that as well. I said a lot of things I actually meant but shouldn’t have said in public. I also said I hoped his man part would shrivel up and fall off. That actually got quite a few