Happy Hour

<p><strong>I'd planned two weeks in paradise lounging on the beach and swilling margaritas. Heaven!</strong></p><p><strong> </strong></p><p><strong>Unfortunately nobody told me kidnapping death threats and murder were on the agenda too!</strong></p><p> </p><p>Week one: Learned to golf. Discovered dead body on the beach. Solved two murders. Escaped being murder victim number three. Barely. Check.</p><p> </p><p>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.</p><p> </p><p>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 <em>really</em> doesn't like me. Check check check and check.</p><p> </p><p>One thing I've learned: Vacationing in paradise can be murder!</p>