Murder in Aruba: An Anna Winters Cozy Mystery (Murder in Paradise Book 5) by Penelope Sotheby Page B
Authors: Penelope Sotheby
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any theories you had come up with."
"Did Cassandra know about the backdoor plan you had in place?" Anna asked.
"What plan?" Cassandra demanded.
"He is going to kill you as soon as you kill me," Anna offered.
"Oh, I know that." Cassandra replied casually.
Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger. Mr. Puccio's lifeless body fell to the ground, a gaping hole in the back of his head.
"It's always so messy," Cassandra sighed. "Now, Anna. How would you like to die?"
"As a 95 year old woman in my sleep?" Anna asked.
"You're still destined to die." Cassandra shook her head. "But you told me you loved me. So, you were spared in a moment of weakness. I'm not going to let you live this time."
"But I love you." Anna forced a smile. "You are like a sister to me." Anna looked at Cassandra and knew the woman had lost anything that remained of her soul years ago. Now, for Anna, it was just about surviving as long as she could. Hoping some miracle happened and her life would be spared.
"I have killed over a dozen people in the last few months." Cassandra laughed.
"You were going to kill Mr. Puccio the entire time. Weren't you?"
"That was always the plan, look at him. He wasn't man enough to control me. I just had to be sure everything was in place. I've planted evidence against him for all the murders now. I took a polaroid of each of the bodies, took souvenirs from them. They'll all be found in the safe in his office. I purposely left that unlocked and cracked open slightly."
"So it looks planted?" Anna asked. "That's real smart."
"What do you mean?" Cassandra demanded. "He could have been going through it just before he died."
"You want to make him seem like the likely killer," Anna chuckled. "But would someone that meticulous leave their safe open? So anyone could just stumble in on the contents? You've messed up. People are going to see right through it. I would strongly recommend you take the time to deal with that or the cops will look at you and toss you in jail."
"Shut up," Cassandra screamed. "I need to think about this now. You've ruined everything."
"How?" Anna asked. "Was I the one who stupidly made a rookie mistake? Once again, I have the brains. You have managed to embarrass yourself. Please, stop setting yourself up as a fool."
Anna knew that the only way she was going to survive was if she could keep Cassandra occupied until someone came to help her. But as darkness crept across Cassandra's face, Anna knew that she had overstepped her limits.
Cassandra raised the gun and aimed at Anna's left knee. Pulling the trigger, Anna found herself falling forward off the ledge and slamming onto the roof. The air was knocked out of her. Her thoughts began to drift, but Anna was determined to remain focused on the situation at hand. She couldn't give in to the pain.
"Must hurt pretty bad," Cassandra snickered. "You know your words are like pouring salt on the wound."
Walking over to Anna, Cassandra reached into her pocket and pulled out a saltshaker. Anna couldn't take her eyes off the woman standing over her.
"Just let me be," Anna breathed. "I'll tell everyone that it was Mr. Puccio. Please, spare me."
Cassandra threw back her head and howled in laughter. She removed the lid from the salt and turned the shaker upside down over Anna's gunshot wound. Anna felt the waves of pain crash over her as she bordered on passing out. Cassandra's laughter seemed to distance itself from her and she struggled to breathe. The pain was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
As she started to fade, she felt a hard slap on her face and she turned her focus to Cassandra.
"No, not yet," Cassandra snarled. "You've made me suffer for years under your iron fist. I want you to suffer as you've never suffered before. I want you to plead for death to take you from this land. Then bring you back just to push you to the edge again. I hate you, Anna Winters. My hatred for you is at an unholy level and I love it. It feels good. It feels
"Did Cassandra know about the backdoor plan you had in place?" Anna asked.
"What plan?" Cassandra demanded.
"He is going to kill you as soon as you kill me," Anna offered.
"Oh, I know that." Cassandra replied casually.
Raising her gun, she pulled the trigger. Mr. Puccio's lifeless body fell to the ground, a gaping hole in the back of his head.
"It's always so messy," Cassandra sighed. "Now, Anna. How would you like to die?"
"As a 95 year old woman in my sleep?" Anna asked.
"You're still destined to die." Cassandra shook her head. "But you told me you loved me. So, you were spared in a moment of weakness. I'm not going to let you live this time."
"But I love you." Anna forced a smile. "You are like a sister to me." Anna looked at Cassandra and knew the woman had lost anything that remained of her soul years ago. Now, for Anna, it was just about surviving as long as she could. Hoping some miracle happened and her life would be spared.
"I have killed over a dozen people in the last few months." Cassandra laughed.
"You were going to kill Mr. Puccio the entire time. Weren't you?"
"That was always the plan, look at him. He wasn't man enough to control me. I just had to be sure everything was in place. I've planted evidence against him for all the murders now. I took a polaroid of each of the bodies, took souvenirs from them. They'll all be found in the safe in his office. I purposely left that unlocked and cracked open slightly."
"So it looks planted?" Anna asked. "That's real smart."
"What do you mean?" Cassandra demanded. "He could have been going through it just before he died."
"You want to make him seem like the likely killer," Anna chuckled. "But would someone that meticulous leave their safe open? So anyone could just stumble in on the contents? You've messed up. People are going to see right through it. I would strongly recommend you take the time to deal with that or the cops will look at you and toss you in jail."
"Shut up," Cassandra screamed. "I need to think about this now. You've ruined everything."
"How?" Anna asked. "Was I the one who stupidly made a rookie mistake? Once again, I have the brains. You have managed to embarrass yourself. Please, stop setting yourself up as a fool."
Anna knew that the only way she was going to survive was if she could keep Cassandra occupied until someone came to help her. But as darkness crept across Cassandra's face, Anna knew that she had overstepped her limits.
Cassandra raised the gun and aimed at Anna's left knee. Pulling the trigger, Anna found herself falling forward off the ledge and slamming onto the roof. The air was knocked out of her. Her thoughts began to drift, but Anna was determined to remain focused on the situation at hand. She couldn't give in to the pain.
"Must hurt pretty bad," Cassandra snickered. "You know your words are like pouring salt on the wound."
Walking over to Anna, Cassandra reached into her pocket and pulled out a saltshaker. Anna couldn't take her eyes off the woman standing over her.
"Just let me be," Anna breathed. "I'll tell everyone that it was Mr. Puccio. Please, spare me."
Cassandra threw back her head and howled in laughter. She removed the lid from the salt and turned the shaker upside down over Anna's gunshot wound. Anna felt the waves of pain crash over her as she bordered on passing out. Cassandra's laughter seemed to distance itself from her and she struggled to breathe. The pain was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
As she started to fade, she felt a hard slap on her face and she turned her focus to Cassandra.
"No, not yet," Cassandra snarled. "You've made me suffer for years under your iron fist. I want you to suffer as you've never suffered before. I want you to plead for death to take you from this land. Then bring you back just to push you to the edge again. I hate you, Anna Winters. My hatred for you is at an unholy level and I love it. It feels good. It feels
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