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Traveling with your family can be murder.
One wedding party + one estranged mother = another vacation that goes array for Naomi.
Naomi is off on another international vacation. She thinks traveling with her mother will be the most difficult part of her trip until she meets the rest of the tour group—a wedding party. It only gets worse when she finds the groom dead. Everyone’s a suspect on her Icelandic tour of this stunning country.
We stopped for lunch at a local restaurant. As I sat down at one of the long benches, my cell phone rang. Charlotte’s face appeared on the screen. I ran outside to answer it.
“So I heard you had a late night,” Charlotte said.
“Not the time.” I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one had followed me out. “The police think it might not be an accident.”
Charlotte audibly sighed. “Is that why it was a long night? You were with the police?”
“No, one of Ösp’s friends is a police officer.”
“You mean Thor.”
“Please don’t encourage Mother. His name is Ösp. I don’t want her nickname to stick.”
“Her nickname? I called him that,” she corrected me. “He looks like Thor.”
I looked over my shoulder at the restaurant’s entrance. “Looks like? How do you know what he looks like? Did you cyberstalk him? Check the hotel’s website for the staff’s pictures?”
“No. Mom texted me pictures.”
Horrified, I asked, “And how did she get them?”
“She followed you to the lobby.”
“Give her a break. She was excited. It was like seeing you on your first date.”
“I’ve been on dates before.” I glanced over my shoulder again for any of the suspects.
“But Mom didn’t see that. She didn’t see the first dates, the proms. That was all Dad.”
“Would you like it if Dad followed you out on a date?”
“I don’t think Dad cares about those things.”
She was probably right.
“Anyway, this police officer I met last night said the autopsy must have shown something because they hadn’t closed the case yet.”
“So you turned your date into a fact-finding mission?”
“It was a happy coincidence.” I thought I heard the door open behind me. I turned to see no one. It must have been the wind.
“Why do you keep looking behind you?” Charlotte asked.
“Just making sure none of the suspects can hear me.”
“Suspects? You’ve turned your traveling companions into suspects?” She paused before adding, “Again?”
I ignored her. “Hurry up, Charlotte. Someone is going to come out looking for me soon.”
“Fine. If he drowned, I bet they’d say it was an accident. They’d find water in his lungs if he drowned. Maybe the autopsy didn’t find water in his lungs. That doesn’t rule out a cardiac event. That may be hard to prove. Most likely they are waiting for the toxicology results. That’s going to take a few days.”
I looked at the restaurant door and wished I could run in for my backpack, so I could take notes. “And what would that show?”
“Whatever was in his system. Maybe drugs, poisons.”
“I forgot to ask. If it was poison, how long before he died would he have to be poisoned?”
“Depends on the poison. Probably an hour or two, I guess.”
“Could you get a poison through TSA?”
“In something in a bottle with less than three ounces, sure. Could have been a powder. They could have bought it locally too. Rat poison and antifreeze has been used in a lot human deaths.”
“Can you think of anything specific I should look for?”
“You should look who’s coming up behind you,” she said before hanging up.
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A R Kennedy lives in Long Beach, New York, with her two pups. She works hard to put food on the floor for them. As her favorite T-shirt says, ‘I work so my dog can have a better life'. She’s an avid traveler. But don’t worry. While she’s away, her parents dote on their grand-puppies even more than she does. Her writing is a combination of her love of travel, animals, and the journey we all take to find ourselves.