She sighed as she replied to the voice on the other end, “Look…this was not supposed to be like this…you said that you had total control of her!” “No one was supposed to get hurt!”
The voice on the other end sighed as they replied, “All I wanted to do was get the money and blame her for it, but you through in this love bullshit in the process!” “Now we’ve got this damn murder…how do we fix this shit?”
Lady Davenport sighed heavily as she replied, “Fix it…how you let this Danika, bitch get out of control?”
The voice on the other began to chuckle as they replied, “You let me handle Danika…she’ll get what’s coming to her!” “So you fell in love with her…you know this was not part of the damn plan, Marjorie!” “She’s the one who’s supposed to go down for this shit…remembers?”
She sighed as she replied, “I know…I know, but I don’t want anything to happen to her and I’m willing to let you have all the damn money just to make sure that she’s safe!”
The voice on the opposite end just laughed as they replied to the request, “So you’re willing to give it all up…that’s what she worth to you?”
“Look…why don’t you just take the damn money and get out of here now?” “Let me clean this problem up.” “You can have what you want and I can have what I want…then everybody will be happy huh?”
There was complete silence for a brief second, than the voice on the other end slowly responded, “Okay…you can have the girl, but you better fix this with the police or the deals off!”
Lady Davenport smiled as tears commenced to run down her face. She slowly replied, “Fine…I’ll make sure that the police have a suspect but you need to control your girl Danika or she goes down!”
The voice on the other end replied, “You can put the blame on her if you want…I’m done with her anyway!” “TAKE CARE OF IT NOW!”
The phone went dead as she just laid it down on the desk. For the first time in her life, she was in a situation that made her vulnerable. She knew she did not have much time and she had to move fast, so she picked up her phone again and dialed a private number. The phone rang several times before she received an answer.
“Yes Lady Davenport.”
She sighed as she responded, “It’s time to take care of that little problem for me…make sure it’s done clean without a trace!”
She hung up the phone and sat it back on her desk as she thought, “This has got to stop!” “I’ll see to that!” “This has got to end now!”
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Later that evening, everyone was cleared to leave the island. The police had ruled Whitney’s death as a tourist robbery gone wrong. The police found no evidence found to charge anyone. The police still considered them as potential witnesses. India was now in her suite, packing her bags as she thought, “I know I need to let this go since Lady Davenport said she would take care of this but, I still want answers…I still want to know why Travis wanted to do this to me?”
Suddenly the intonation of knocking is heard as she thought, “Maybe its Danika coming over to talk.” India sluggishly strolled toward the door, without a care as she opened it. Before she could open it completely, the door swung open abruptly as she screamed slightly, falling to the floor. Travis came rushing in, slamming the door behind him. He gazed at India, as she looked up at him slightly frightened, but mostly confused as she shouted at him, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!” “I’M GOING TO CALL SECURITY!”
She stood up and quickly jumped toward the end table where the phone was sitting as Travis immediately stepped in front of her, gazing down as he responded, “Please don’t call security…just wait…you’ve got to listen to me!”
He took the phone and pulled the cord out of the wall, which made India extremely nervous, as she stood there glaring at him. He was sweating profusely and breathing extremely hard as he grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on the couch.
“Look, India…I know you think that I had something to do with all of this commotion, but trust me…I didn’t do any of this!” “They're setting me up…they're trying to put this shit on me!” “You’ve got to believe me…!”