Death by Jealousy by Jaden Skye Page A

probably get a different take.”
    That
was their usual procedure, and Cindy was in agreement.
    “In
the meantime, I’ll research the company Peter works for more, get into details
of what they’re involved in.”
    “The
police have done that already,” Cindy commented. “It’s all in the pre-report
they gave us when we arrived. Everything was clear.”
    “Never
hurts to go over the data with a fresh eye,” said Mattheus.
    “And
we need the password to Peter’s email accounts. The company has got clearance.
I’m sure Mac will give us that. It’s a good idea to go over Peter’s emails as
well,” Cindy suggested. “I went over Allie’s last night, couldn’t get into
Peter’s account.”
    Mattheus
looked surprised. “I didn’t know we needed clearance from the company to get
into Peter’s personal email account?”
    “We
do,” said Cindy, “he’s involved with high level finance.”
    Mattheus
stuck out his lower lip. “That’s a code word for big money dealings,” he
murmured, “bigger than you and I can imagine.”
    “That’s
right,” said Cindy, looking at Mattheus clearly. “That’s how come these people
are rich. Is there something inherently wrong with that, Mattheus?”
    “Not
at all,” he replied, shaking his head. “Just depends where this money came from
and what’s it doing out there in the world.”
    “Peter’s
father runs charities back in the States. He shares his wealth, he’s a
benevolent person.”
    “Very
nice,” said Mattheus, sarcastically. “These charities could also be wonderful
cover ups, a great way for money to shift hands.”
    “That’s
going too far,” said Cindy. “Clint’s family and Edward and Dana have been
friends for years. Edward is well known in the States.”
    “We’ll
see,” said Mattheus, “and what makes you think Mac will give us clearance to
get into Peter’s accounts?”
    “He
said he’d help us with whatever we needed,” Cindy replied.
    “Isn’t
Mac a partner in the company?” Mattheus commented. “Doesn’t Peter answer to him?”
    “That’s
right,” said Cindy, “he and Edward are partners.”
    “And
what about Tad?” Mattheus seemed as if he were sniffing out a trail, onto
something.
    “Tad’s
Peter’s personal right hand man,” said Cindy.
    “Pretty
cozy,” said Mattheus.
    Cindy
was suddenly tired of sitting here talking to him. The wind was getting
stronger, and the biting, sarcastic edge to his voice was getting to her. She
wanted to get back to the hotel and start interviewing Vivien and Tad. She slid
down the rock and stepped on the warm earth beneath her, breathing the
exquisite aroma of flowers, trees and moist earth.
    “Wind’s
sure blowing up,” said Mattheus.
    “Sure
is,” said Cindy, “hope it doesn’t affect the festival.”
    “It
won’t, “said Mattheus, “people are gonna have a good time here, no matter what
how much the wind blows and no matter who did or didn’t drown a few feet away.”
    *
    As
they walked back to the hotel, an exciting sense of Mardi Gras was in the air.
They could see more cars along the roads with banners, and groups of people
along the sides of the roads making music, holding hands. Floats had started drifting
down the main streets in town with people gathering to watch them along the
route, cheering them on. All kinds of shops along the streets were open
everywhere with food, souvenirs, and drinks. These were a few glorious days
down in the Cayman Islands despite the fact that a nor Easter seemed to be on
its way.
    “This
is a lousy time to track down a murder,” Cindy remarked, “too many strangers
upsetting the equilibrium.”
    “Could
be a perfect time,” Mattheus said. “The murderer could feel safer, hidden by
the crowds. For all we know they’ve come out of hiding and are joining in the
celebration.”
    “The
wedding guests aren’t allowed to leave the hotel grounds,” said Cindy.
    “That’s
assuming the murderer is one of the guests,”