Death by Obsession(4)

By: Jaden Skye

Cindy took a deep, long breath. “Why us?” she asked.

Aldon turned and looked at her piercingly. “I could have hired anyone, but I’ve heard incredible things about the two of you. You’re famous for cracking impossible cases down on the Islands. Clearly, you both know your way around. Lynch’s company works down here directly, importing goods. The island is a small world. Word gets around about everything. There are people down here who have to know something about him that I haven’t discovered yet.”

“There’s always a way to find out if something is off,” Mattheus assured him.

“Good,” Aldon became excited. “That’s what I like to hear. That’s what I feel too. You don’t need lots of time, you need lots of contacts. And the two of you have that. I’ve got to make this last ditch effort before Tara walks down the aisle. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t, and things didn’t work out. Tara deserves better. She deserves to be happy.”

“Isn’t she happy?” Cindy asked startled by his sudden vigor.

“Sometimes yes and sometimes no,” said Aldon.

“That’s pretty normal for relationships, isn’t it?” Mattheus replied.

“Of course it’s normal,” Aldon chimed in, “but sometimes I see something in her eyes that frightens me.”

“What is it?” asked Cindy.

“A loneliness, a fear,” Aldon replied.

“She may be missing her mother,” said Cindy.

“It’s more than that,” Aldon’s eyes half squinted.” I asked her about it many times. I said Tara, dear, I see it. Tell me, what’s wrong? Naturally, she shook me off, pretended everything was wonderful. I’m the last one she would confide in.”

“She knows you don’t approve of Lynch?” Cindy asked.

“Yes, she knows I’m very distressed by him,” said Aldon.

“But that didn’t stop her from moving in with him,” Cindy commented quietly.

“No, it hasn’t,” Aldon bristled.

“She must love him a great deal,” said Cindy.

Aldon’s face grew stiff. “Young people these days have no idea what love is,” he scoffed.

“Just do everything you can to find out about him.”

Cindy stood up. “And what if we do find something? Would you have her call off the wedding at this late time?”

“Absolutely,” said Aldon, flushing. “If I can prove to her that Lynch’s not what he seems, she’ll do it herself.”

“How do you know that?” Cindy was doubtful.

“Tara’s not stupid,” Aldon’s voice raised a pitch higher. “She’ll do it. Find out the truth. Dig everything up. Do it fast. Otherwise, I’ll never rest.”


Cindy and Mattheus left Aldon’s room and strolled together out into the warm, Caribbean evening. They didn’t go directly to their room, but first went outside towards the edge of the road, just across from the ocean. The sky was filled with hazy stars and although all seemed idyllic, a current of anxiety hovered between them. Mattheus put his arm around Cindy and she wanted to stay cuddled next to him like that, forever. They stood there quietly a moment, breathing in the aroma of the exquisite flowers that encircled them and Cindy wished she could forget about the disturbing interview with Aldon.

“Definite possibility that the guy’s paranoid,” Mattheus broke the silence.

That thought had occurred to Cindy as well. “Could be,” she agreed, “or could be that he’s just from a different era. It’s definitely hard for him to marry off his daughter, when he can’t stand the groom.”

“Lots of guys don’t like their son in laws,” said Mattheus, “they don’t call in private detectives to dig up dirt on them a few days before the wedding. Besides, he’s already investigated and found nothing. I don’t know what he thinks we’ll find down here.”

“It’s a different world down here,” said Cindy, “different folks to talk to, different places to look. Obviously, people know Lynch down here. He spends lots of his time working on the island.”