Murder at the Miramar (Augusta Burnette Series) (17 page)

The Epilogue, or How the Entire Ugly Episode Ended

In case you’re wondering, Sal is not equipped with superpowers of the heat-seeking kind. The woman, I will have to admit, is canny beyond belief. She’d taken the liberty of outfitting my cellphone and Ellie’s with a tracking device, thinking that it might come in handy if we were to get separated. Boy, did it ever.

Once it had occurred to her that my position seemed odd, that I hadn’t moved for quite a while from an area of the resort where I shouldn’t be, Sal had alerted the San Blanco Police Department. Her reputation there was legendary, so there was no fuss when she’d asked for backup. And although I hadn’t seen her right away, Annie was standing right behind her aunt, ready to take on my kidnappers single-handedly if she needed to. Although with an aunt like she has, I don’t know why she’d even think that.

Ellie was nearly in tears when we were finally reunited in the resort’s main lobby.

Stan West, looking as inefficient as always, stood watching the scene with mouth hanging open. I wanted to go over and shut it for him.

The upshot of the entire sordid story was this: Maria’s uncles, the infamous Martinez brothers, had made the mistake of talking too freely in front of her. She’d demanded a piece of the action, threatening to turn them in if they didn’t. One had refused – that would be Israel, whose body was buried near the resort. The other uncle, Danny, realizing that this chick meant business, persuaded the other three to let her take Israel’s place in the group and take his cut of the profits.

Her brother, the feckless Miguel, had tumbled to the scheme and told Emmy. The list we’d found in the Palo Verde suite was one that Miguel had written out for her. He’d given her the original and had kept the sheet of paper that lay beneath the one he’d torn off, knowing that the writing could still be read. Angry at his sister, he left his position at the Miramar, probably thinking that distance would equal safety.

Emmy, angry at the whole set-up, especially since it was being conducted at her beloved Miramar, confronted Maria. She’d shown her the list, effectively sealing her fate. A swift blow to the side of her head ended her life as well as the immediate threat of exposing Maria for the killer she was.

‘Finding the letter’, as Maria had claimed to do, was nothing but a phony put-up. She’d written it herself, hoping to steer all suspicion away from her. It had almost worked, too, until Danny was unsuccessful in getting rid of me and Ellie; he’d told Maria in no uncertain terms that he was not about to take the fall alone.

When Baird, Maria’s PD stooge, wasn’t able to finish the job, she’d gone into hyper-drive, convincing Stan West to call me to ask for my help. Little Maria, it would seem, had her fingers in every available pie. With that maneuver accomplished, it was just a matter of time.

I was just glad for everything to finally be over. I was more than ready to get the heck out of Dodge and head for them thar hills, as Daniel Boone might say. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with my family that a little time can’t fix.

Or maybe not. In any case, I was on my way back to where I belonged, where everyone knows everyone else and their kids, and where I felt loved. Yes, I even missed seeing my goofy family and all the equally nutty relatives. I checked the calendar on my phone. If Ellie and I left tomorrow at the crack of dawn, I’d make it there for the last day of the Burnette Family Fiasco.

And after what I’ve just been through, talking and eating with a few nutcases sounds pretty nice. I’ll take a roomful of Burnettes over any number of Marias and dimpled ex-detectives any ol’ day. My family may not be perfect, but they’re mine.

I just need to get a story together, though. They’ll never believe what happened at the Miramar, chalking it up to my over-active imagination. I wonder if I can get Sal to … nah. It’s better to end this right here and now. As my mother often says, ‘Silence is a virtue.’

And I’m beginning to feel quite virtuous …

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Murder at the Miramar

Published by Accent Press Ltd – 2014

ISBN 9781783755752

Copyright © Dane McCaslin 2013

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