police line. He looked at her as he said in his Caribbean distinctive accent, “You may pass Miss!”
She smiled slightly as she stepped under the yellow line, quickly making her way toward Whitney’s room. As she slowly strolled toward the crowd of police officers that were now parading around the area, it was as if she was travelling in slow motion as the words of everyone around her sounded extremely sluggish. She was frightened as she thought about what was waiting for her in her friend’s room. She hoped that it was just a small misunderstanding with Travis or a minor medical issue, but deep down in her soul she knew it was more than just a lover’s quarrel. She knew it was much deeper than that.
As she approached the scene of confusion, a medium height chocolate brother was standing their giving orders to one of the police officers. After he finished giving his instruction, he quickly turned around and addressed India.
“You are Ms. Wynn I presume?”
She frowned as she replied, “Yes...that’s correct...what’s going on here?”
“Ms. Wynn, please allow me to introduce myself…I’m Inspector Randolph Poirier with the Royal Bahamian Police.” “I’m sorry to inform you but you see...there has been a murder!”
India’s heart skip a beat as she immediately replied, “A murder...what do you mean...where is Whitney...Whitney!”
She tried to pass him to go into her suite, but his strength prevented her as he grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her to face him.
“Please, Ms. Wynn...you’re not allowed to go into the crime scene area...now please let us go over here (pointing at the other side of the hall) I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
She looked at him as if she wanted him to release her as she shook her head in the affirmative and strolled over in the suggested direction down the hall.
They stopped and then they faced each other. The tears were now beginning to flow down her face as the Inspector begins his interrogation.
“So I take it that you know this Ms. Whitney?”
“Yes...I knew her briefly...she was here visiting my colleague Mr. Travis St. Croix...where is he...is he...?”
He quickly interrupted her, “No...He’s fine...this Whitney has many of your attributes...many of your features...are you sure you are not related...family perhaps?”
She frowned as she replied, “What do you mean...she was just a girl who was here visiting a colleague...not a family member!”
He smiled as he began to scribble some notes on his pad. He then looked at her as he replied, “Please, Ms. Wynn I am not trying to get you upset but...”
Suddenly, Travis and Danika came rushing onto the floor as the Bahamian Police held them back at the do not cross line. Travis immediately shouted out to India, “Don’t answer his questions...our lawyers are in route as we speak.”
She immediately turned toward the Inspector as he sighed and motioned for her to join Travis. She immediately strolled down toward them as she thought, “What the hell is really going on around here...what I have gotten myself into?”
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became as Marc sat there at his cube. He knew that Ursula was going to do something with that packet but he did not know what. He wanted to contact India to tell her exactly what was going on so he picked up the phone as he thought, “What if she is involved in this mess...I need to know why...why she would do something like this!”
He gazed at the phone as he began to dial her phone number.
He sat there in anticipation as the phone began ring. He waited for her to answer, so he desperately could hear her voice. He wanted to hear her say it. Suddenly, the phone picked up as he quickly commenced to speak, “India...it’s me Marc...I really need...”
Suddenly, her voice began to respond but it was the sound of her answering service, “Please leave a message after the beep!”
“Damn,” he thought as he slammed the phone back on its cradle. He was now determined even more to get in touch with her at whatever cost. Suddenly another co-worker came into the area and shouted, “Hey come quick to the break room!” “Something is going on at that Marketing convention in the Bahamas!”
Marc quickly got up out of his chair and raced to the break room where there was a news flash on the television. He looked up at the screen as he watched the breaking news unfolding. As the newscaster started to report the