I'd planned two weeks in paradise, lounging on the beach and swilling margaritas. Heaven! Unfortunately, nobody told me kidnapping, death threats, and murder were on the agenda, too! Week one: Learned to golf. Discovered dead body on the beach. Solved two murders. Escaped being murder victim number three. Barely. Check. Plans for week two: With week one's murderer now safely behind bars, settle in to enjoy said beach, swill more margaritas, and play more golf. How it's going so far: Beach and margaritas. Check. Golf. Check. Dinner with rich, hunky guy who looks great in a tux. (Last minute addition to plan.) Double check. Bashed over the head. Kidnapped. Almost drowned. Rescued by scruffy beach bum with a bad attitude. Learned I'm a suspect in the murder of one of my kidnappers. Added another dead body and confirmed the local Chief of Police really doesn't like me. Check, check, check, and check. One thing I've learned: Vacationing in paradise can be murder!
