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D E A T H   B Y   O B S E S S I O N

 

(book #8 in the CARIBBEAN MURDER SERIES)

 

 

Jaden Skye

About Jaden Skye

Jaden
Skye is author of the #1 Bestselling CARIBBEAN MURDER series, which includes 10
books (and counting). The first book in the series, DEATH BY HONEYMOON, a #1
Bestseller, is now available as a
FREE
download on Amazon
!

Also
in the series are DEATH BY DIVORCE (#2), DEATH BY MARRIAGE (#3), DEATH BY
DESIRE (#4), DEATH BY DECEIT (#5), DEATH BY JEALOUSY (#6), DEATH BY PROPOSAL
(#7), DEATH BY OBSESSION (#8), DEATH BY DEVOTION (#9) and DEATH BY BETRAYAL
(#10). She is also author of the romance A PERFECT STRANGER.

Jaden
has always been fascinated with mystery, wrongful death, lies, deception and
the power of the truth to prevail. Her romantic suspense/mystery novels feature
strong female protagonists who must overcome insurmountable obstacles, and
through them, she seeks to get to the very heart of the nature of justice and
love.

Please
visit
www.jadenskye.com
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whole bunch of other places. Jaden loves to hear from you, so don't be shy and
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Books
by Jaden Skye

THE CARIBBEAN MURDER SERIES
DEATH BY HONEYMOON (Book #1)
DEATH BY DIVORCE (Book #2)
DEATH BY MARRIAGE (Book #3)
DEATH BY DESIRE (Book #4)
DEATH BY DECEIT (Book #5)
DEATH BY JEALOUSY (Book #6)

DEATH
BY PROPOSAL (Book #7)
DEATH BY OBSESSION (Book #8)
DEATH BY DEVOTION (Book #9)
DEATH BY BETRAYAL (Book #10)
THE TOM’S RIVER SAGA
A PERFECT STRANGER (Book #1)

 

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here to download Jaden Skye books on Amazon now!

 

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events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are
used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.

CHAPTER 1

 

When Cindy and Mattheus received the call from Aldon
Wentworth they were luxuriously stretched out on a blanket on the beach at St.
Barts. Their hands entwined, listening to the gentle surf, neither wanted to
pick up the phone when it rang. Whether they wanted to pick it up or not, the
phone kept ringing, breaking into the beauty of the balmy day.

“It’s your turn,” Cindy said to Mattheus playfully. She
fully expected the call to be from her sister Ann, back in the states. Ann was
probably wondering when they’d be returning for their visit home. Cindy was
excited to talk to Ann, tell her how wonderfully happy she and Mattheus had
become once again.  Ann would be pleased, and also say to go slow and be
cautious.

                Mattheus rolled over on the blanket,
reaching for the call. “Yes, yes,” he said, as he picked up, his tanned, handsome,
face slowly growing tense.  “Of course I understand. No, nothing is impossible.
 Give me a minute to check with my partner.”

Cindy sat up and brushed some sand off her body.
Their time together here in St. Barts had been perfect. They’d relaxed deeply, walked
the beaches, swam, dined, danced, and spoke about the future until late into
the night. There were so many ways in which their dreams intersected. Mattheus
shared with her in a way he never had before. He told her how deeply he wanted
to have a family. It was reassuring and heartwarming to leave nothing between
them unsaid.

Before they’d arrived on St. Barts, Mattheus said he
had a surprise gift for Cindy. That had made her nervous and Cindy’d asked him
to hold off on it until they’d more time alone together. Mattheus respected her
wishes and hadn’t brought it up again. In the beginning she’d been glad about that.
But now Cindy was feeling so close to him, she was eager to know what it was.
Was it a ring? Was Mattheus on the edge of proposing?  If he was, at this
moment, Cindy couldn’t find any reason to say no.

 To Cindy’s surprise, this call was the first they’d
received during their holiday. It was both exciting and jarring at the same
time. She looked over at Mattheus now. He was still on the call, silently
listening, concentrating on whatever was being said.

Finally, Mattheus put his hand over the speaker, and
leaned towards Cindy. “It’s Aldon Wentworth, calling from St. Martin’s.”

Cindy had heard the name Aldon Wentworth before
though couldn’t quite place it.

“He’s desperate for us to get down there as soon as
possible. Has something urgent to ask and says it will only take a day or two.
But he keeps saying time is of the essence.”

What’s it about?” she asked.

“He can’t say anything more until we get down there,”
Mattheus answered. “Seems quite agitated, though.”

Cindy paused. She was and wasn’t ready to let go of
the beautiful time she and Mattheus had shared alone together. It was a rare
respite they’d needed and it was unusual to have Mattheus all to herself. She
wasn’t quite sure she was ready to give it up yet.

“St. Martin’s only a stone throws away,” Mattheus quickly
added, seeing her reluctance. “We can hop a quick plane over, stay a couple of
days and return. It’ll break things up.”

Cindy could see that Mattheus wanted to go. He must
be getting restless, she thought, seemed eager to be back on a case. It was
okay, that was natural. The two of them had many days just lolling in the sun
by now. And, if Cindy were completely truthful, she had to admit that she liked
the idea of being back at work as well.

“Sure, why not?” said Cindy lightly. “And if we’re
not interested in the case, we can just fly right back here and dance all
night.”

Mattheus grinned. “Is it possible that there’s a case
you wouldn’t be interested in? Are you actually becoming domesticated?”

Cindy grinned back, picked up a handful of sand and
tossed it on him.  “Looks like it’s possible that you’ve tamed me,” she
quipped.

“Impossible,” Mattheus laughed as he turned back to
the phone. “Sure, we’ll come,” he said to Aldon. “The next plane out is in the
early evening. We’ll be there to see you tonight.”  

*

Cindy didn’t have to wait long to find out where she’d
heard the name Aldon Wentworth. Waiting in the airport for the quick flight,
Cindy picked up the paper and saw a story on the main page about him. Aldon
Wentworth, a blue blood from Boston, was well known for his charitable giving,
foundations and established family. Right now he was down on St. Martin’s,
throwing a huge, destination wedding for his socialite daughter, Tara. Both Aldon
and Tara’s pictures was spread all over the front page. Tara looked ravishing,
dressed magnificently in a sleek, glittering dress, sporting her huge diamond
ring.

Naturally, a wedding of this magnitude was garnering
a great deal of attention and the entire island was preparing for the event.  Not
only were the Wentworths featured, but there were also photos of the groom’s
family, the Sprains, as well. The Sprains, owned the largest importing firm on St.
Martin and in the States. Glamorous and dashing in their own right, the Sprains
were covered in the papers regularly. This was a celebrity coupling and the
world was taking note. Excitement was building as the nuptials were scheduled
to take place at the famous Aupres Hotel, on the beach, in a few days.

Cindy handed the paper to Mattheus as they boarded
and took their seats on the small plane.

“Quite a spread,” he said, looking it over. “I
thought I’d heard the name Aldon Wentworth before.”

*

Evening was falling as the small plane lifted into
the sky. Cindy always loved flying during sunset, watching the incredible
shifting colors of the fading light reflected on the clouds. The short flight
was quick and easy. Before they knew it they were ready to land. Cindy took
Mattheus’s hand as the plane glided smoothly into the airport, like a large
bird swooping down, searching for home.

The moment they stepped out of the plane, two well
dressed men, in pale blue linen suits, came over to greet them.

“Aldon asked us to meet you and take you to see him,”
one of the men said formally.

“Let’s go,” Mattheus agreed.

The two men led them to a limousine and they all got
in and drove away.

 “We’re not going to the main hotel for this meeting,”
one of the men announced as the car left the airport. “Aldon actually has a
suite in a smaller, private hotel, on the northern side. He’s also reserved a
suite for you there.”

This meeting was obviously hush, hush and Cindy’s
curiosity was sparked. Whatever it was, no detail had been overlooked. Aldon
organized it beautifully, Cindy thought as she looked out of the window at the
incredibly beautiful, winding countryside which was slowly being covered with twilight’s
haze.

The car drove a little further then, taking them to
an intimate, custom designed hotel, hidden behind bourganvellia, at the end of
a long winding road behind the water’s edge. The hotel was not only hidden, but
small, narrow and elite. It was the perfect place to go when you wanted total
privacy.

Cindy Mattheus walked into the custom designed lobby
that had incredible hand painted tiles on the floor and what looked like award
winning,  handmade furniture placed sparsely here and there.  When they walked
in the lobby was practically empty. The two men with them led them to the
elevators and without a moment’s hesitation, they went straight up to Aldon’s
suite.

*

Aldon Wentworth, a medium sized, formal, beautifully
groomed man, with thinning hair, in his early sixties, opened the door of his
room and stood there taking in the full measure of Cindy and Mattheus. His
hands clenched into fists, he seemed unnerved.

“Please come in,” he finally said in a high pitched
tone, nodding to both of them. Then he signaled the two men who brought them
here to leave.

Cindy and Mattheus entered the room slowly. It was
spacious and luxurious with high ceilings and beautiful paintings on the walls.

 “I am most grateful that you made your way down
here,” Aldon extended a hand first to Mattheus and then Cindy. “I will not
forget your kindness to me.”

“You’re most welcome,” said Mattheus.

 “Please take a seat,” said Aldon then, showing them
to a comfortable, brocaded sofa next to the glass doors which led out to a
patio over the ocean.

Aldon quickly took a seat opposite them. “Of course
no one at all knows I’ve called you down here,” he started hurriedly, catching
his breath with each word. “I heard about you from Tara’s aunt, Olivia, who
thinks the world of the two of you.”

“Thank you,” said Cindy softly, wanting to calm him
down.

“I did not tell Olivia about it,” Aldon went on. “She
has no idea that I’ve contacted you now. Nobody has any idea at all.”

“Is that why you’re staying here, rather than at the
main hotel?” asked Cindy.

Aldon looked at her impressed. It was obviously
difficult and painful for him to get to the matter at hand. “Precisely,” he
went on. “Everyone is down on the island or will be shortly. They’re all staying
at the Aupres Hotel.” He bit his lower lip. “There will be photography sessions,
rehearsal dinners, on and on.”

Cindy smiled, “A busy time.”

Aldon did not respond to her smile. “And the papers
have gotten wind of it. It’s all over the news.”

Cindy nodded. “We’ve seen the story. Is your daughter
down on the island now as well?”

“Yes, certainly,” Aldon said haltingly. “She’s with the
groom, Lynch, at the main hotel. They’ve actually been living together for a
couple of months by now.” He took a deep, brittle breath, “I doubt that would
have happened if Tara’s mother had been alive, but her mother has been gone for
two years by now.”

“I’m sorry,” said Cindy, as Aldon’s eyes darted back
and forth nervously.

“Tara’s mother would never have approved of her living
with her groom before marriage,” he went on. “In fact, I doubt Tara would have
done it, if my wife had been alive.”

“It’s common these days,” said Mattheus.

“Common, yes.  A good idea, I don’t know,” Aldon
replied, shrugging his shoulders and suddenly seeming to Cindy like a relic
from the past.  “But it’s a different life for a young woman without a mother,”
Aldon continued. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t take her mother’s place,
either. Tara has let me know that in all kinds of ways.”
Despite his stiff, formal manner, Cindy felt badly for him, sitting there alone,
bathed in memories of the past. She could see why this wedding would be hard on
him.

“How can we help you?” Mattheus asked directly then,
trying to break the impasse.

 “In a sense I feel like a fool for calling you, in
another I am truly relieved that you have arrived,” Aldon picked up the pace. “The
long and short of it is, I do not trust my son in law to be, Lynch Sprain one
bit. I’ve tried to and just cannot. I don’t like him either.”

Cindy shivered at the extent of the disgust she felt
in Aldon. “There’s nothing unusual about a perspective father in law having
doubts about the man his daughter is going to marry,” Cindy remarked. “It
happens all the time.”

“I suppose it does,” said Aldon, tautly, “but I
simply cannot shake the feeling that this is not a matter of having doubts. Something
is really wrong here. Whenever I look at this young man, I’m uneasy. He is not
someone I can give my daughter to.”

“The wedding is in a few days,” said Mattheus.

Aldon sprang up suddenly, like a soldier to
attention. “There’s time enough,” he proclaimed.

“For what?” asked Mattheus alarmed.

 “I want you two to find out everything you can about
him,” Aldon insisted. “Dig up dirt from every corner.”

“You’ve waited this long to investigate him while you’ve
had so many doubts? asked Cindy.

Aldon turned condescendingly and smiled, showing a
row of pearl white teeth. “Not at all. I’ve had Lynch Sprain thoroughly
investigated. But, to be honest, but no one has found a damn thing. Lynch comes
from a wealthy, upstanding family. His mother, Raina’s in the paper all the
time. Quite the rich widow who makes the society pages daily.”

“You dislike his mother as well?” Cindy felt a slow
chill go up her arms and shoulders.

“Yes, I do dislike Raina,” Aldon quickly proclaimed. “She’s
not at all my type. Nothing like Barbara, Tara’s mother. Nothing at all.  So,
you see, it’s not just the groom, it’s the entire family. And the father, the
owner of their firm, died a few years ago. Lynch runs the family business perfectly
well. To all appearances he’s doing a wonderful job. People have nothing but
praise for him. He has an excellent reputation, but I don’t buy it. Deep down I
sense something wrong. I need you to dig deeper.”

Cindy took a deep, long breath. “Why us?” she asked.

Aldon turned and looked at her piercingly. “I could
have hired anyone, but I’ve heard incredible things about the two of you. You’re
famous for cracking impossible cases down on the Islands. Clearly, you both
know your way around. Lynch’s company works down here directly, importing
goods. The island is a small world. Word gets around about everything. There
are people down here who have to know something about him that I haven’t
discovered yet.”

“There’s always a way to find out if something is off,”
Mattheus assured him.

“Good,” Aldon became excited. “That’s what I like to
hear. That’s what I feel too. You don’t need lots of time, you need lots of
contacts. And the two of you have that. I’ve got to make this last ditch effort
before Tara walks down the aisle. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t, and
things didn’t work out. Tara deserves better. She deserves to be happy.”
“Isn’t she happy?” Cindy asked startled by his sudden vigor.

“Sometimes yes and sometimes no,” said Aldon.

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