"What kind of debts?" Morrison asked. Peterson's face turned red with shame. "Gambling debts. I have a problem with online poker, and I owe money to some very unforgiving people. Davis somehow found out about it and offered to clear my debts in exchange for this one favor." The room fell silent
Morrison gestured to two of his officers. "Bring in the manager for questioning." While we waited for them to locate and retrieve Mr. Peterson, Williams continued his increasingly frantic explanation to anyone who would listen. "He said it was just a prank," Williams sobbed. "Some kind of joke p
Kelly Morrison exchanged glances with his colleagues. "Can you describe this person in more detail?" "I can do better than that," I said, with purpose. "I can show him to you. Danny and our driver can wait here if they prefer, but I'd like to point him out. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize personall
The phlebotomist was a cheerful local woman who chatted about the weather while extracting blood samples from all three of us. Our taxi driver had stopped crying but looked like he was in shock, probably wondering how picking up what seemed like a normal hotel fare had led to this nightmare. "Resu
Danny opened his mouth - probably to deliver a lecture about police procedure or his family's legal connections - but something in my expression must have warned him off. Together, we climbed into the back of a police van that smelled like industrial disinfectant, joining our taxi driver who was qui
KELLY The sound of screeching tires and slamming car doors shattered the peaceful atmosphere. I watched in disbelief as what appeared to be half of the island's law enforcement descended upon our innocent taxi like we were the most wanted criminals in the Pacific. "You've got to be kidding me,"