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Authors: Lee Hanson
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MYSTRAL MURDER
by Lee Hanson
Chapter
1
T
he questioner stood, a broad-brimmed straw hat casting a shadow across her face. She was very thin and tan, a stylish woman in her forties wearing a slim, white linen sun-dress, perfect for a cruise. “Julie, as a body language expert, do you sometimes find out things you really don’t want to know? Like secrets about friends or relatives?”
Everyone in the packed seminar looked expectantly at Julie O’Hara, who was seated on a stool in front of a large screen depicting a series of classic facial expressions. She glanced at her boyfriend, Joe Garrett, a private detective, who was accompanying her on this business/pleasure trip to the Caribbean. He was sipping on a Coke at a table a few rows back in the large Odyssey cocktail lounge, a venue Julie had chosen over the ship’s gigantic theatre. A smile played over his face as he watched her squirm, knowing that she wished he wasn’t there.
“That’s a very interesting question. Unfortunately the answer is yes. But, fortunately, most of them aren’t holding out on me.”
A ripple of laughter ran through her audience, including Joe.
“Seriously, though, most of you are probably quite good at spotting deception in people you know. Let’s say a man is lying to his wife about something. Very often he’ll give himself away verbally. It’s hard to miss it when he hesitates before he answers the question, “Where were you last night?”
More laughter…
“And then, of course, when he starts giving you a whole lot of irrelevant information, he’s a dead duck.”
Every woman in the room was laughing out loud now.
“Okay, so a savvy philanderer might know better than to do any of those things,” Julie said, laughing. “But he’d still have a hard time fooling his wife. On a subconscious level, we’re all wired to notice signals in each other’s body language. Especially faces,” she said, indicating the screen behind her.
She rose and walked a couple steps closer to her audience, her hands open.
“Truly, it’s a skill anyone can improve if they know what to look for. In the case of our hypothetical straying husband, his wife might pay particular attention to his
eyes
. A liar tends to blink more often and his pupils may be dilated, too. And those are just a few of the ‘tells’ our men can’t control, Ladies. I hope you’ll buy my book and learn the rest. We need to stay one step ahead of these guys.”
Everyone was laughing again; it was a good time to wind things up.
“I had a great time today. I hope you did, too. Thanks for coming!”
Julie made her way through the applause to the book-signing table set up just outside of the lounge, stopping to shake a hand here and there. One old gentleman took her hand in both of his and said, “Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Julia Roberts?” The man’s wife shot him a look you didn’t need to be an expert to interpret.
“Yes, thank you,” she said for the umpteenth time. She smiled at both of them and quickly moved along out of the lounge. Joe was already out there unpacking some additional books. He smiled at her and winked his approval.
I may not be Julia Roberts, but I’m a hell of an actress. Who ever thought I’d be doing this?
Writing
Clues, A Body Language Guide
had seemed like a logical next-step in her career, but Julie had never thought past the writing part, never thought of all the publicity and marketing involved in publishing. She had underestimated both the demands on her time and the loss of privacy.
Did I want the book to be a success? Yes, of course.
Did I want a guest spot on The View? NO.
She and Joe were aboard Holiday Cruise Lines’ Mystral on a seven-day trip to St. Thomas, St. Maarten and back again, courtesy of her publisher. They had departed three days ago from Port Canaveral in Central Florida, just an hour from Orlando where the two of them lived and worked. The experience
was
exciting, she had to admit.
At the dock, the immense white ship had looked like a sixteen-story building several blocks long, truly an awesome sight. Since both of them were first-time cruisers, there was no denying the thrill they’d felt upon boarding. They had joked about being short-changed on what HCL considered “Day 1”, since the Mystral had set sail at exactly four-thirty in the afternoon on Saturday, when most of the day was gone. They would return to the same port the following Saturday, at six in the morning.
Yesterday, Sunday, the ship had stopped at Parrot Cay, a small island owned by HCL. It was a pure vacation day for Julie and Joe, who had gone ashore, enjoyed the ship’s Caribbean Barbeque and spent the afternoon sunning and swimming.
But now, on Day 3, Julie felt like her vacation was over. She had just completed the
Clues
seminar, which was her first scheduled event. Later in the week, she had an open interview with Conde Nast Traveler magazine. Book signings were
de rigueur
, and Julie had to step out of her comfort zone each time to deal with her new, larger audience.
Corporate consultant, trainer, author…none of those hats seemed to fit well.
In the last few years, Julie’s focus had changed dramatically. Using her skills in a more meaningful way had become paramount. For example, if not for this cruise, she’d be in Orlando helping select a jury. The defendant had shot a stranger coming through her window in the dark…a stranger who turned out to be her abusive ex-boyfriend. In Julie’s opinion, the woman’s body language confirmed that she was telling the truth, that she had no idea it was him when she pulled the trigger.
The guy’s family, a rough bunch, didn’t agree and were calling it murder.
Long story short, Joe was happy to have her safely signing books.
Julie sighed in frustration.
What’s so safe about a floating skyscraper?
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Chapter
2
C
athy Byrne stepped into the Penthouse Suite and took off her broad-brimmed straw hat, setting it on the top shelf of an entry-way closet full of empty luggage. She could see that her husband, Gill, was on his way out. He was dressed for the warm summer weather in khaki shorts, a golf shirt and topsiders.
No doubt hoping to leave before I got back
, she thought.
What was it about men that they looked better as they got older? Of course, at six-four and broad-shouldered, Gill had always looked good. But now, at fifty-five with that thick silver hair and a perpetual tan, he was striking. He never gained weight, never had to diet. Lines only gave his face more character.
It’s not fair
, Cathy thought.
“Where are you headed?”
“Oh, out and about,” Gill said. “Captain Collier invited me up to the bridge. How was the seminar?”
“It was very interesting. You should’ve gone.”
“Last night wiped me out; I never expected that game to go so long. I just got up an hour ago,” he said, rummaging around on the granite bar looking for his card key.
“It’s on the coffee table.”
“Oh, thanks,” he said grabbing it, heading for the door. He stopped and gave her a peck on the cheek. “See you later. I’ll be back in time to get dressed for the Captain’s Table.”
Just like him to forget about me and do whatever he feels like.
Gill Byrne was a charmer who was used to doing whatever he wanted to do, whenever he wanted to do it. Five years ago, he sold his highly successful national beer distributorship to a global beverage wholesaler for millions. A smart investor, he had doubled his net worth since then and was currently buying every available building in Downtown Orlando.
Gill had acquired wives along with wealth. He married the first one at the tender age of twenty-five; she was only eighteen. Childless, they parted company five years later. The second time around was a shotgun wedding that ended when his daughter, Deidre, was eight. Gill never missed wife number two, but he’d spent the last several years trying to buy his daughter’s affection. Not so much because he loved her, but mostly because he had a compulsion to charm everybody. As a result,
Dede Byrne was spoiled rotten.
Cathy Byrne was wife number three.
At forty-eight, she took pride in looking several years younger. Turning, she caught her slim image in the mirror on the door. She turned sideways to look even slimmer. The white linen dress looked good with her tan, she thought, sucking in her stomach.
I could stand to lose a few more pounds, though.
She smiled and turned away, looking out the open glass door to the sea.
The large Penthouse Suite where she and Gill were staying was on Deck 10. It was tastefully decorated in soft gray and pale blue, and had a wall of glass with triple sliding-glass doors. The view was simply unparalleled. Adrienne Paradis, Cathy’s friend and travel agent, knew that they wouldn’t settle for less. And why should they? This was their fifteenth cruise with Holiday Cruise Lines; they were members of the privileged Captain’s Club.
Cathy grabbed a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator under the bar and headed for the double balcony. She stood out at the railing, enjoying the warm breeze and the salty air. She really didn’t have a care in the world. Except for one thing…
Cathy Byrne was wife number three.
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About The Author
Lee Hanson
was born in Chicago, raised and educated in Boston and currently lives in Orlando, Florida. She
is the author of The Julie O’Hara Mystery Series, including
Castle Cay, Swan Song
and
Mystral Murder.
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SWAN SONG
Copyright 2010 by Lee Hanson
ISBN:
978-0-9881912-1-1
Published by Lee Hanson as Rook Books
Cover Design by Eli Blyden
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