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Textbook Ebook The Girl With The Dragonfruit Tattoo Trouble in Paradise 3 Carrie Doyle All Chapter PDF
Textbook Ebook The Girl With The Dragonfruit Tattoo Trouble in Paradise 3 Carrie Doyle All Chapter PDF
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Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Acknowledgments
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To Nadia and all the Caribbean fun we’ve had.
Chapter 1
The Caribbean island of Paraiso is known for its lush scenery, uncrowded
white-sand beaches, excellent snorkeling, delicious local food, and charming
people. Las Frutas, the island’s premier luxury resort, has been a favorite
destination for discerning travelers for over fifty years. Boasting two world-
class golf courses, twelve clay tennis courts, a shooting range, polo fields, a
marina where you can dock your yacht, and several outstanding restaurants,
Las Frutas will fulfill all your wildest dreams.
Okay, she had to stop there as well. Now that the world was finally
acknowledging the traumatic history of plantations, it was not
exactly a selling point or something to brag about. The Rijo family,
who owned the resort and all the sugarcane fields on the island,
were both revered and reviled.
Boasting a vibrant nightlife and a slower pace of life, Las Frutas Resort…
Lemon verbena, coconut, and sea mist scented the languid April day.
The sun was blazing down as Plum steered her golf cart toward
Carmen Rijo’s cliffside mansion. Although Plum had recently
purchased a used car she revered and doted on, she had opted to
leave it at the condo and drive the golf cart to the party. She had
learned that the small vehicle could be squeezed into tight spots,
which afforded her an immense advantage when she attended large
gatherings with a clotted parking lot. While her fellow revelers
angled for the valets’ attention, she could quickly abscond.
There was zero breeze and a cloudless sky, and Plum could already
feel her body temperature rise. This would be her first spring living
in the Caribbean, and she would have to remember to stay hydrated
and SPF protected to survive. A sun hat was simply not an option; it
made her feel old-ladyish and dated, like one of those extras on an
eighties soap opera with big shoulder pads.
Plum turned down a road that hugged the coastline and headed
toward the Mediterranean behemoth where Emilio Rijo had spent his
last years with his trophy wife, Carmen, before his death. It was
situated on a peninsula with its own private beach at the
westernmost end of the resort. Plum harbored wild fantasies about
representing all these villas one day and renting them out for top
dollar. It was part of her grand professional scheme.
After giving her name to the guards at the gate, she circumvented
the valets clamoring to park her golf cart and pulled under a shaded
palm tree at the end of the driveway, ignoring the valets’ dirty looks.
She gazed up at the capacious mega mansion with its barrel-tiled
roof and large picture windows and put on her party face. Even
though she had navigated all levels of society on her own, she often
experienced waves of insecurity when she remembered her humble
beginnings as a lower-class girl from the middle of nowhere. Quickly
taking a deep breath and brushing all other thoughts away, Plum
followed the stream of women entering the house. She walked
through the double-height reception hall with a winding floating
staircase and lavishly embellished decor to reach the lush garden.
“I’m so happy you could come,” purred Carmen Rijo when Plum
reached the front of the long receiving line. Carmen double kissed
Plum and clasped her hands with her own heavily bejeweled ones,
which Plum noted were cold.
“Thank you so much for having me,” Plum replied.
“I invite the most important and successful women on Paraiso to
my exclusive lunch. You, my new friend, are one of them,” she
announced in what Plum considered a rehearsed manner.
“I’m flattered,” said Plum.
“And may I say your hair looks so interesting today,” added
Carmen. “I know you are up on all the fashion trends, so this new
natural look with frizz must be in all the fashion magazines.”
Plum’s hand flew to her hair, and she realized some of her curls
had escaped her chignon and were hanging freely and haphazardly
in twisted side ringlets. She wanted to scream.
Alternatively, Carmen, a bombshell in every sense of the word, was
completely done to perfection. Her long glossy black hair cascaded
down the back of her sexy red cocktail dress in an effortless manner.
Her makeup was immaculate, with her plump lips painted a bright
red and her heavily lashed dark eyes lined a deep charcoal.
“My hair has a mind of its own,” said Plum with faux casualness.
“Now, you must have one of my signature cocktails,” Carmen
insisted. She snapped her fingers at a waiter holding a silver tray full
of frothy drinks and summoned him over.
“These are the Carmenitos,” she said when the waiter arrived.
Plum demurred. “I’m not a big day drinker. I’ll just have seltzer,”
she said to the waiter.
Carmen waved her red lacquered fingernails in the air. “Don’t
worry, I have virgin Carmenitos also. They have the pink umbrellas
in them.”
“Oh, okay,” Plum said with hesitation. She retrieved one from the
waiter and took a sip. It was actually quite good. “Delicious.”
As Plum was still a relatively recent arrival to the island and had
mostly kept herself busy with her work or by inadvertently solving
murders, she had very few acquaintances. Nearly all the guests
seemed to know each other and broke off into small klatches to
gossip and catch up. Plum tried not to allow the exclusion to faze
her. She strolled around the sprawling grounds, clutching her
mocktail and giving the impression that she was intensely interested
in the pink and yellow hibiscuses, white and magenta bougainvilleas,
and flaming-orange pride of Barbados that edged the property.
“Plum? How are you, sugar?” drawled Leslie Abernathy in her
Texan accent.
“Leslie!” said Plum with an enthusiasm that surprised her. “Good to
see you.”
Leslie Abernathy was an extremely fit and tan blond in her sixties
who passed as a much younger woman from a distance. The error
could be jarring to people who approached her assuming she was a
teenager only to come face-to-face with someone who had
submitted herself to every surgical treatment and dermatological
advancement possible. She also favored outfits one would find on a
pop star, and today was no different. She had on a lavender romper
with a plunging neckline.
“You too, doll,” said Leslie, grabbing a cocktail with a blue umbrella
from the waiter. She pressed her puffed-up lips onto the straw and
drained a large swig. “Aren’t these divine?”
Plum nodded. “Very delicious.”
“I am so happy to be here today. You cannot believe the week I’ve
had! There were some troubling circumstances happening on my
ranch in Waco, so I had to pop up to settle some scores and get
some heads rolling! Let’s just say you won’t be seeing my former
stepson around for a long, long time.” She chuckled.
“Oh dear,” said Plum, who recalled that Leslie had hinted at a dark
and dangerous past full of sketchy ex-husbands.
Leslie smiled (as much as possible with her frozen face muscles).
“Now, don’t get your panties in a bunch, doll. He’s still on the face of
this earth, just won’t be storming around the property that his daddy
rightfully left to me.”
“I guess that’s…good,” said Plum.
“It sure as heck is. And that’s what I tell Carmen she needs to do
with that nasty stepson of hers. Martin is a damn menace, and he
makes her life a living, breathing hell! It’s time she took matters into
her own hands and taught him a lesson he won’t forget,” said Leslie
firmly, taking a large sip of her drink.
“Martin is a very frightening individual,” Plum agreed, recalling her
own harrowing interactions with him. Her eyes flitted around the
property to make sure he was nowhere to be seen. The last party
she had attended at Carmen’s, he had crashed and made a scene.
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supply or medical departments is known to have been court
martialed or even censured. Yet I do not hesitate to say that
the summary dismissal from the service, in the beginning, of
two or three quartermasters and commissaries, including the
gentlemen who were the cause of sending thousands of cars to
Tampa without invoices or anything on the outside of them to
indicate their contents, would have saved the lives of
hundreds of our soldiers. Under these circumstances it is most
lamentable to find that the awful experiences which have made
so many homes desolate, and so many of our best young men
invalids, have borne no practical fruit. Both the army
officials and Congress are like the Bourbons, they 'have
learned nothing and forgotten nothing.'"
G. W. Wingate,
What the Beef Scandal Teaches
(Independent, April 6, 1899).
See:
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: A. D. 1898-1899.
{635}
On the 4th of January the Senate received the treaty from the
President. On the 7th, Senator Mason, of Illinois, introduced
the following resolution, and, subsequently, spoke with
earnestness in its support:
"I am to speak for my country, for its whole past and for its
whole future. I am to speak to a people whose fate is bound up
in the preservation of our great doctrine of constitutional
liberty. I am to speak for the dead soldier who gave his life
for liberty that his death might set a seal upon his country's
historic glory. I am to speak for the Republican party, all of
whose great traditions are at stake, and all of whose great
achievements are in peril. …
"To that extent and to that alone we claimed and avowed the
reason for the declaration of war. So it follows that the mere
declaration of war did not affect in any manner our relations
with the Philippine Islands except to put us in a state of war
with them as a part of the Spanish domain, and in no manner
laid any obligations upon us as to those islands. We were not
charged with the duty of preserving order in Asia. We were not
charged with the obligations of seeing that they had a stable
and orderly government in any part of that hemisphere. No such
duty rested upon us. None such was assumed by us. Therefore
the simple declaration of war did not lay any obligation upon
us as to the Philippine Islands, and I desire that any Senator
will put his finger upon the act which laid us under any
obligations to the Philippine Islands outside of the fact that
in the war which ensued we took those who were the insurgents
in those islands to be our allies and made a common cause with
them.
"Now, Mr. President, all that grows out of that—all that grows
out of the fact of that cooperation and that alliance—is to
impose upon us a single obligation which we must not ignore.
How far does that obligation go? Does it require that we shall
for all time undertake to be the guardians of the Philippine
Islands? Does that particular obligation lay upon us the duty
hereafter, not only now but for years to come, to maintain an
expensive military establishment, to burden our people with
debt, to run the risk of becoming involved in wars in order
that we may keep our hands upon the Philippine Islands and
keep them in proper condition hereafter? I am unable to see
how the obligation growing out of the fact that they were our
allies can possibly be extended to that degree. No Senator has
yet shown any reason why such an obligation rests upon us, and
I venture to say that none which is logical will or can be
shown."
{638}
"Section 2.
That it is against the policy, traditions, and interests of
the American people to admit states erected out of other than
North American territory into our union of American States.
"Section 3.
That the United States accept from Spain the cession of the
Philippine Islands with the hope that the people of those
islands will demonstrate their capacity to establish and
maintain a stable government, capable of enforcing law and
order at home and of discharging the international obligations
resting on separate and independent States, and with no
expectation of permanently holding those islands as colonies
or provinces after they shall demonstrate their capacity for
self-government, the United States to be the judge of such
capacity."
Congressional Record,
December 6, 1898—February 6, 1899.
{639}
The Dingley Tariff Act, which became law on the 24th of July,
1897, authorized the making of tariff concessions to other
countries on terms of reciprocity, if negotiated within two
years from the above date. At the expiration of two years,
such conventions of reciprocity had been arranged with France
and Portugal, and with Great Britain for her West Indian
colonies of Jamaica, Barbadoes, Trinidad, Bermuda, and British
Guiana. With France, a preliminary treaty signed in May, 1898,
was superseded in July, 1899, by one of broader scope, which
opens the French markets to an extensive list of American
commodities at the minimum rates of the French tariff, and
cuts the American tariff from 5 to 20 per cent. on many French
products, not inclusive of sparkling wines. In the treaty with
Portugal, the reduction of American duties on wines is more
general. The reciprocal reduction on American products extends
to many agricultural and mineral products. The reciprocal
agreement with the British West Indies covers sugar, fruits,
garden products, coffee and asphalt, on one side, and flour,
meat, cotton goods, agricultural machinery, oils, etc., on the
other.