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Overview
As hidden forces attempt to destroy Gavin’s empire, the family grapples with fears that Susannah is still alive and is determined to exact her ruthless revenge in any way possible. The mere possibility that she might be still breathing nudges the family to call upon Detective Martinez and the Norwegian police to investigate further. As the Harrisons try to determine the identity of their enemy, the police produce evidence that convinces everyone but the family that Susannah is really dead.
A Certain Dilemma is a gripping thriller that uncovers a vengeful plot like no other and illustrates that nothing but love has the power to conquer all.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781450277273 |
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| Publisher: | iUniverse, Incorporated |
| Publication date: | 02/07/2011 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 1 MB |
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A Certain Dilemma
By Nicholas Ralph Morgan
iUniverse, Inc.
Copyright © 2011 Nicholas Ralph MorganAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4502-7726-6
Chapter One
The Return
Our marriage is a ménage a trois and I deplore it.
The sixth anniversary of Greg's death brought with it the usual solemnity for Gavin. He spent part of the day in deep reflection at his brother's graveside. The heat of the July sun bore down on him as he sat on the ground. A vibrant hibiscus shrub grew decoratively behind the tombstone. Its tropical foliage embraced the masonry plaque. The shrub had been planted to commemorate Greg's life. Ironically, Greg had hated gardening. His low boredom threshold had prevented him from cultivating nature's pleasant bounty. He may have admired his tropical surroundings, but that was as far as his interest had reached.
It had become a regular custom for Gavin to spend time talking to his departed brother. Even after six years he had not learnt how to separate Greg from his daily life. His younger sibling was buried in the grounds of Gavin's Hispanic dwelling. The white walls and rustic roof embellished the west side of the estate along with the cabana. The tropical garden and acres of sugarcane plantation fields stretched east and northwards. Greg's tombstone faced the family home. This of course made it easy for Gavin to visit. He would openly speak at Greg's grave about recent events. They had grown up together and had shared their lives as one. Although Veronique was Gavin's devoted wife and completely supportive in any consequential matter, Gavin still felt the need to involve Greg. Death could not detach this kindred spirit.
That evening Gavin went to Calypso Tavern, his late brother's entrepreneurial establishment. The three-in-one complex of a casino lounge, cocktail bar and cabaret diner was a popular attraction. Greg would be well pleased with how Rebecca had harnessed his business and had continued his passion for nightlife entertainment. Rebecca was eager to take the helm. She had stood over Greg's grave during his funeral on the day they should have wed. By a hidden strength she had used Greg's business as a comforting sanctuary. It was now the only way she could be close to him. Fate had denied their marriage, but she had at least married his business.
Calypso Tavern was well attended with a mixture of tourists and local inhabitants. Gavin entered and approached the cocktail bar. The chrome edged décor sparkled under the coloured lights. A tranquil rendition of Gershwin's Summertime enhanced the relaxed atmosphere. People sat at the bar or lounged on the softer seats that neatly scattered the floor. Adjacent to the cocktail bar came the casino lounge. The gambling antics enticed many to participate. Hordes of folk gathered around the roulette table. A huge ornate crystal chandelier glistened above them.
To the left of the cocktail bar customers sat in the cabaret diner, enjoying their meal. The resident seven-piece orchestra played romantically. The customers now waited for tonight's entertainment to commence.
Gavin stood at the bar and ordered his usual whisky and soda. Marcus, the head barman, served him.
"I know what day it is," commented Marcus as he prepared Gavin's drink. "Have this one on me, for Greg, Angelo and Jeswana." Marcus had been a staff member for many years. He had a fondness for his employer Greg. Working for a millionaire had its bonuses. Though emanating from different backgrounds he and Greg had a similar personality, a happy go lucky approach to life, and the sort to play practical jokes on folk. Of course Marcus had also known Angelo and Jeswana, as they were his work colleagues. And being of Mexican origin Marcus and Angelo had shared a close friendship. Unlike Angelo, Marcus was not gay. He had a wife named Sinita and a three-year-old daughter named Belano. Marcus, along with all the other staff carried a tinge of sadness for their departed colleagues.
"Thank you," replied Gavin, accepting Marcus' generosity. Marcus always reminded Gavin of Angelo. It was inevitable, being the same race and having similar features. However, his friendship with Marcus had not grown as deep as the connection Gavin had experienced with Angelo. Today Gavin's heart wallowed with sadness and guilt for Greg and the departed Mexican, all because Susannah wanted revenge for her husband's accidental death. What pain and suffering she had caused. Surely after the amount of grief Susannah had inflicted with the murders of Greg, Angelo and Jeswana, had she not reaped more than enough revenge than she first intended. Her initial plan was to kidnap and torment Gavin. Well her actions since have far surpassed that intention. The love Gavin had for Susannah had turned to hate, once her true colours had flourished. But she had now encased his heart in guilt for bringing her into the lives of those he loved. The only comforting thought for Gavin was the fact that Susannah was dead. She no longer was able to reap any further havoc or murder. But this did not lessen Gavin's guilt. Perhaps that is why he and Veronique had become an item and had married, for she knew this guilt existed in Gavin's heart and was able to pour love into his life. Veronique had managed to break through the emotional barrier that would otherwise have prevented Gavin being intimate with anyone else.
"It will soon be your wedding anniversary won't it?" said Marcus, trying to steer the conversation in a positive direction.
"Yes," replied Gavin. "And no thanks to Susannah who almost killed us. Had Detective Martinez not arrived when he did she would have succeeded."
"At least she got what she deserved," added Marcus.
"Give the bitch credit she was a good raconteur. The lies she told during her trial were an attempt to fool the jury, to appear meek and mild, the unequivocal victim. She had a nerve and total disrespect for human life and the judicial system. Thankfully, the jury saw through her charade. I am glad she is dead. A thirty-year prison sentence was not punishment enough. I would be forever wondering if she would escape again," stated Gavin.
"Yes, it was a miracle you survived the cable car attack."
"If it had not been for Karl's intervention and killing Susannah, the outcome would have been different. That was now three years ago. At least we can all live in peace."
How Gavin's life had been transformed from being an inconspicuous teenager in England, to a wealthy forty-one-year-old tycoon in the Caribbean. It was never his ambition to lead an entrepreneurial existence, but with his parents' untimely death he had been forced to hold the reins and make his father's sugarcane plantation business a success. Harrison S.C.P limited had secured Gavin's future. Further more he had wisely invested his inheritance in a ski resort in Norway, which he named Snøby. Never in a million years would Gavin have believed he would own two companies on opposite sides of the planet. Yet his fortune did not end there, for after his brother's murder he inherited Calypso Tavern, thus increasing his independent wealth.
Gavin's lifestyle and location may have changed for the better, but his feelings were still the same. Fortune had not robbed him of his sensitivity, and regardless of all the riches he now experienced he would forsake it all to have Greg back. No amount of money could replace his brother, nor compensate the guilt Gavin endured daily. A guilt that had encapsulated his heart and would shadow the rest of his life.
Between serving customers, Gavin and Marcus exchanged conversation. Gavin sat on a barstool and drank his whisky and soda, somewhat oblivious to those around him. When he finished his drink he ordered another. Perhaps one would accuse Gavin of being engrossed in self-pity. He was consumed with grief and memories of Greg as he drowned his sorrows. How else could he be? He had to remember his brother, set aside a certain amount of time to reflect on their lives together. This day was Greg's anniversary; a day which Gavin felt compelled to dedicate to his departed brother. Gavin's day-to-day life became suspended as he detached himself from the world. It was an act that he felt unable to dismiss. Let anyone or everyone criticise him, he was impervious to such comments. Despite the sadness, it made him feel closer to Greg, at least for twenty-four hours. There was no power on earth that would deny him this sentimental solitude.
After consuming a third whisky and soda, Gavin decided to circulate the complex. He left the busy cocktail bar and wandered into the cabaret diner. It was a hive of activity with people enjoying their meal and the chatter was at a moderate level. The night's entertainment was due to start. Pale blue curtains draped the side of the stage. A gold glittering backcloth enriched the visual effect. The venue was packed. The audience sat around the dozen circular tables, each table able to seat ten. The smaller tables for those romantic couples edged the side of the diner. The interior fabric of the chairs and tablecloths was pale blue to match the stage curtain. Those that were not fortunate to have a seat stood at the back, waiting for the show to commence. Gavin's attention was drawn to the seven-piece orchestra that jubilantly began to play. Gavin equated the similarity to previous occasions when he had frequented Calypso Tavern. This was during the time he had dated Susannah all those ill-fated years ago. He recognised the music the orchestra now played. It was L'accordéoniste, one of Edith Piaf's songs. The band ceased the introduction as Dillon, (the evening compare), graced the stage. Whilst Dillon quelled the noise of the audience, Gavin shunned the negative thoughts on hearing the brief Edith Piaf rendition. Edith Piaf's music, as great and classical as it was, would always stir unwanted memories. The last time he had listened to her music was on his return from Norway over six years ago. That was before he knew Susannah for the evil, vindictive woman she was. He had played her infamous song, Padam, Padam, enjoying fond memories of Susannah, when all the time she was looking down on him from his integral balcony, intent on shooting him. Susannah had even used Edith Piaf's name to sign the wedding card she had sent them. This clearly portrayed Susannah's twisted and clandestine nature. One could not blame Gavin for never wanting to listen to Edith Piaf's music again.
Dillon addressed the audience that had crowded into the cabaret diner. All the seats had been taken, leaving the surplus guests to stand wherever they could. Amongst them was Gavin. Dillon displayed his confident and comic demeanour as he introduced the following act.
"She's magnificent, vocal perfection beyond reproach, and very pleasing to the eye. Please welcome tonight's entertainer, the lovely, the adorable, the amazing Kelly Kristal." Dillon left the stage as the audience applauded with anticipation. All except Gavin applauded. The orchestral reprise of L'accordéoniste perturbed him. Of all the days he had to be reminded of Susannah, why today? This was Greg's day, a time when Gavin only wanted to remember his brother. He certainly did not want memories of Susannah plaguing his thoughts. That woman had already consumed too much of his life.
The resounding orchestral introduction abated, but not before Kelly Kristal had delivered her entrance. Her white skin glistened from the glitter gel that covered her arms and legs. The silky black slinky number she wore accentuated her slender figure. She stood centre stage with her back to the audience; a stance Susannah had used many times. Kelly Kristal's similarity to the woman who had blighted Gavin's life was uncanny. Even down to her auburn hairstyle that cradled a shimmering tiara.
"She looks exactly like Susannah," muttered Gavin. He stood as if in a trance and stared at Kelly Kristal, anxious for her to turn and face the audience. All he needed was to see her face to allay his fears, but then he knew it could not be Susannah, after all, she is dead, though what an extraordinary resemblance.
The female artiste transfixed Gavin. He eagerly watched as the orchestra struck up the preceding chord to L'accordéoniste. Flaunting her femininity, Kelly Kristal slowly manoeuvred her body. She dragged her hands up the side of her torso before stretching them outwards to each side. She raised her left shoulder and turned her head. Her side profile was now revealed to the audience. Kelly Kristal looked over her shoulder. For several seconds she retained this coy stance. Although Gavin could only see the side of her face he stared in horror. Was it Susannah? Was it not the same profile and cheekbones of that nefarious woman? Kelly Kristal began to sing. Gavin's inner fright did not subside. His heartbeat increased. There was no mistake in her voice. It was definitely Susannah.
His mind must be playing tricks. To prove otherwise Gavin pushed his way through the crowd of onlookers. He needed to get a closer look at her, if only to quell his agitated mind. Logic was telling him it could not be Susannah, but his fears were stronger and overshadowed any reasonable judgement. He moved closer to the stage and stood as if in awe, watching intently. But standing in front of a table where others were seated and blocking their view caused a certain amount of irritation.
"Move out of the way," came a voice.
"Do you have to stand there," said another.
Gavin took no notice, unable to look away from the woman before him. Not unlike the first time he had seen Susannah at Calypso Tavern, performing Padam, Padam, all those years ago. He could not look away then, nor could he now. Susannah had caught his attention by displaying her charm and charisma, the same qualities that Kelly Kristal now delivered. Yet Kelly Kritsal could not be Susannah for Susannah is dead. That was the constant message running through Gavin's mind. Kelly Kristal just has a striking resemblance to her. There is no need to be alarmed, thought Gavin.
Kelly Kristal employed an emphatic gesture and turned on the spot to face the audience head on. The reality was incredulous. Gavin's heart thumped louder. His body perspired. Either Kelly Kristal was Susannah's twin sister, or Susannah was not dead.
Those near to Gavin must have heard his gasp as he stared directly at the woman calling herself Kelly Kristal. Gavin knew he was looking at Susannah. Out of fear he continued to stare, hoping to be mistaken. For several moments Gavin tried to convince himself otherwise.
"It can't be Susannah," he muttered. "I've had too much to drink."
Gavin struggled to accept the reality and was compelled to watch. Gavin's initial desire was to confront her, probably kill her. He slowly edged his way forward towards the stage, still trying to accept whom he saw. Gavin maintained a certain amount of obscurity amidst the crowd. He was temporarily hidden from sight as Susannah, alias Kelly Kristal, viewed the audience. Finally, Gavin accepted that Susannah was not only alive, but had the audacity to return and perform at Calypso Tavern. Gavin knew he had to kill her. The means and method seemed irrelevant. The desire to kill Susannah overwhelmed him. Despite everyone watching, Gavin was prepared to kill her now.
The orchestra continued playing L'accordéoniste. Gavin slowly edged his way towards the stage. Susannah performed the song exquisitely as on many previous occasions. Her contralto voice produced such a rich sound. Keeping with her traditional style of performance she descended the stage, using a portable step-block already in place. She had always enjoyed mingling with the public. Neither Susannah nor Gavin had made eye contact, but they intuitively drew closer to each other. Gavin was now only a few feet away from the woman he hated so much. She turned and looked at him. She was not in the least bit perturbed. Susannah's beaming face stared back at Gavin as she manoeuvred towards him. They were now inches apart. Gavin was enticed by her insolent and intrepid attitude. He was ready to strike Susannah and take her to her grave. What else could he do? Surely he is blameless for wanting her dead? Gavin raised his hands ready to strangle her. Suddenly Susannah gave him an evil look. Her pleasant façade had vanished. One could see the hatred in her eyes. She stopped singing, leaving the orchestra to play on without her. Abruptly Susannah raised her right arm. It was at that moment Gavin caught sight of the dagger clenched in her fist. Without a moment's hesitation she plunged the offending weapon into Gavin's chest, not once but several times. Gavin seemed defenceless to stop her. The pain was excruciating. He screamed out in agony as he sat upright in bed.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Chapter 1 The Return....................1Chapter 2 The Beach Party....................23
Chapter 3 Conspiracy....................42
Chapter 4 Incriminations....................60
Chapter 5 The Ransom....................80
Chapter 6 The Witness....................100
Chapter 7 Apprehension....................116
Chapter 8 Deliverance....................136
Chapter 9 Suspicions....................154
Chapter 10 Egypt....................170
Chapter 11 Sorrow....................188
Chapter 12 Disaster....................211
Chapter 13 Merry Christmas Gavin....................227
Chapter 14 A Raging Furnace....................249