Page 114 of No One Was Supposed to Die at This Wedding

“All right. You’re here for a wedding?”

“Yes,” Emma says, her voice anxious but hopeful. “It’s ours. Mine and Fred’s. We’re—”

“I know who you are.”

Of course she does.

Good for her for not fawning all over them.

Not that I’m jealous or anything.

“Okay, well, yes,” Emma says. “We’re here for our wedding. And I’m sorry we didn’t evacuate, we didn’t mean to be a bother, but everything was all arranged. And...anyway, that doesn’t matter. But you need to find Tyler.”

“Who?”

“Tyler Houston. Our producer. He left this morning on the last ferry.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because it’s suspicious,” Fred says. “Especially given the call I received yesterday.”

“What call?”

“To come see José in the basement of the hotel.”

“I don’t understand.”

“There was an almost-electrocution yesterday morning,” Emma says. “At the soaking pools? They’re up the hill above the villas,below the tennis courts. Anyway, if it wasn’t for Harper’s phone falling in, I might’ve been electrocuted. Or Eleanor.”

“Or me,” Simone says dryly.

“Oh, yes, you too, Simone. And Harper. We were all there. But it was very upsetting, so we told the administration.”

“Oliver and I spoke to him,” I say. “He said the wiring was old, and that was the most likely reason.”

I leave out the part about Oliver and I doing our own investigation in his work shed.

Seems like the wrong time to bring that up.

“And then he called Fred yesterday afternoon,” Emma says, warming to her story. “And asked to meet him.”

“He called you?” Officer Anderson says. “How?”

“On my, um, cell phone. Doesn’t matter. I went to meet him, naturally. Wanted to know what had happened. But I got a cosh on the head for my troubles.”

He mimics someone hitting him on the back of the head, and then him reacting to it.

It’s quite a good reenactment.

“And then Fred was missing,” Emma says.

“Knocked on the head, you see?”

The group laughs, and this seems to unstick something in everyone as they each leap in to add something to the story, everyone contributing something so fast that it’s hard to know who’s saying what.

See if you can tell.

“We were in a panic. But there was a tracker on his phone.”

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