Death by Honeymoon

Chapter 24

When her plane landed at Kennedy airport, the word was out. Cindy was shocked. She was met by a flock of photographers and reporters. Cameras flashed. This was a big news story now.

As photographers flashed their cameras at her, she stood, stupefied, looking for the man supposed to meet her there: FBI Agent Farnell.

He was at the front of the gate, peering through the crowds, waiting for her.

He rushed forward to help her, making his way through the waves of people.

Before he got there, clusters of reporters ran up to Cindy, asking for comments.

“I’m happy to be home,” was all she could say .

“Is there any other comment you have? When did you know DGB was implicated?”

“I’m not sure,” Cindy was flustered.

“Did you know that the death of your husband would send a ripple all the way to Congress?”

Farnell put an arm around her and ushered her through the crowd into a waiting town car.

“What’s going on?” Cindy asked, stunned.

She felt as if she were in a crazy dream.

As the car took off and she settled comfortably, Farnell handed her a newspaper.

The headlines screamed: Large oil company executive, Henry Greerson, arrested on suspicion of murder. Washington lobbyists and Congressmen possibly involved.

Farnell looked at her with different eyes. “You did good.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” said Cindy.

“Yes, you did.”

“That coroner’s report you sent me was just what we needed,” he said. “We already have a confession from Greerson—he’s looking to a plea deal. DGB is going to go down. And they’re going to bring a lot of lobbyists—and a few Congressmen—down with them.”

They drove in silence, getting onto the Van Wyck, heading in the direction of her house in Cove Bay.

“To be honest, I didn’t think you could pull it off,” he said, and broke into a small smile.

“I didn’t think so, either,” she said, smiling back.

“Want a job with the bureau?” he asked, smiling wide.

She looked at him and smiled back. “No thanks.”

She finally set the paper down, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. Flashes of Barbados kept crossing her mind.

“I faced death right on,” Cindy said, “and I wasn’t afraid. Do you know what that does to a person?”

“Yes,” he said, as they drove in silence. “I do.”

As Farnell dropped her off, she saw that Ann and Frank were waiting for her on her front lawn.

Ann’s shoulder was in a sling, but she had a smile on her face. And Frank, for the first time, smiled back at her, too. He looked at her with a whole new respect.

Ann ran up, and the two of them embraced. They both started to cry.

“I’m so happy you’re well,” Cindy said.

“And I’m so happy you’re home safe,” Ann said.

As they pulled away and headed towards the house, Frank looked at her.

“I’m sorry, Cindy,” he said, “for everything I said. It seems you were right all along.”

He put a protective hand on her shoulder as he lead them into the house.

Hours later, the three of them still sat around the kitchen table, drinking coffee, watching the news, and going over the story endlessly. Finally, they were getting tired out. And it was almost time for Ann and Frank to go. For good, this time.

“Clint’s family called,” Ann said.

Cindy’s body clenched up.

“Don’t worry. They’ve changed their tune. They’ve seen the news. They’re actually grateful to you. They’re relieved to know how he died. They’re grateful for everything you’ve done. And I think they’re ashamed of themselves. They don’t know how to thank you.”

“I don’t need them to thank me,” Cindy said. “I’m content.”

“Well, at least they’ve dropped the whole house issue. They said to tell you that it’s yours to keep. They’re not going to try to fight you on it.”

Cindy nodded. She looked around the place and realized how much it felt like home. She was happy she wouldn’t have to leave it.

The next morning Cindy woke up alone in the house, and for the first time, she felt good. It was different now being home in Cove Bay. She jumped out of bed, and began her day. She was grateful to be here for now. There was still a lot of cleaning to do, especially from the mess from the break in, and Cindy was happy to do it. She wanted to put everything in order, make the place a home again.

She got up and went to the window. Summer was here and the garden was in full bloom. She opened the window and leaned out, letting the fragrance of the flowers and trees fill her.

She walked out of the house and into the garden that she and Clint had started. It was beautiful, filled with color and life. As she stood there, among the flowers they’d planted, she knew that Clint was with her, and that he would have wanted her to let her life bloom, too.

As she stood there, staring, her cell phone rang. She kept the ringer on these days, and she was no longer afraid to answer it.

It was Helene. An old college friend, from Wisconsin. She’d read about what had happened to Clint, and what Cindy had accomplished in Barbados. Helene was amazed. She said that she, herself, had been living on a Caribbean Island for the past six months. But something awful had happened. She couldn’t tell Cindy what over the phone. Her voice started to shake.

Cindy held her breath. She felt Helene’s anguish.

Helene had already called in two Private Investigators, but it hadn’t do any good. She needed help badly. Would Cindy help her? She didn’t know where else to turn. She would pay a good fee and all expenses if Cindy would only fly down and help.

“I’m not a detective,” said Cindy.

“Please,” Helene said. “I don’t know who else to ask. I’m at a dead end. And you’ve been through this. You understand what I’m going through. And clearly you know what you’re doing.”

Cindy thought of her father. Was he looking down, trying to push her, still, to follow in his footsteps?

“Let me think about it,” Cindy said.

She took down all of her information before hanging up.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep, listening to the call of the summer birds. Maybe this had all happened for a reason. Maybe she could help others, too.

Maybe, just maybe, she’d go.