Permanent Sunset by C. Michele Dorsey

said.
    “How about the second one, ma’am?” Detree pressed.
    “Well, what do you know? I know that signature as well as my own. I’ve read the document it was on countless times over the years.”
    “You do?” Hodge jumped in, clearly excited by Kate’s revelation.
    “How so, dear?” Jack asked.
    “It’s Anneka’s signature, Jack. The one she finally used to autograph the divorce agreement we fought so hard to have her sign.”

Chapter Fifteen
    Encouraged by the identification of both signatures, Detective Hodge and Sergeant Detree left as quickly as they had arrived. When pressed by Henry about when they might be able to retrieve some of the Keatings’ personal belongings, Hodge was noncommittal.
    “Crime doesn’t conform to a timeline, Mr. Whitman,” Hodge said as Henry shut the door behind them.
    Sabrina suggested that everyone change into the outfits they had taken from lost and found and give her their own outfits to have laundered. Only Paul and Sean had had their cell phones with them when the police had steered them away from the beach after Elena’s body had been recovered. Henry left Paul a spare charger so they could recharge their phones and stay in touch.
    With Sean still sleeping, Sabrina and Henry said goodnight to the remainder of the group, who they left speculating over whether the signatures they had been asked to identify had been on the last page of the prenup.
    “Dear God, will this day ever end?” Sabrina said as she got into the passenger seat of the van.
    “Not yet. Neil wants us to come to Bar None to talk through some of what’s happened,” Henry said.
    “What has happened, Henry?” Sabrina asked.
    “A major debacle that is all on me, that’s what’s happened,” Henry said without hesitation.
    “Oh come on, now. You can’t take the blame for Elena getting killed.”
    “No, but I set the stage for Ten Villas to be part of this train wreck. I was so sure it would be good for us. Talk about blind ambition.” Sabrina noticed how he slowed the van as they drove along the curve on Centerline Road where Larry had died. Was it just last night?
    “Then there’s this,” Henry said, handing Sabrina a crumpled piece of paper. She clicked the flashlight app on her phone and read the message from David.
    “When did you get this?”
    “When I dropped Gavin off at the Westin, he noticed it under the windshield. Jerk.”
    “Who? David or Gavin?” Sabrina asked.
    “Both.” Henry laughed.
    “Why didn’t David just call or text you? Why so mysterious?”
    “I blocked his number after he called a couple of months ago when he heard about the murder at Villa Mascarpone. He was so ‘concerned’ about me, but not concernedenough to leave his wife,” Henry said as they entered the near empty streets of Cruz Bay.
    “What are you going to do?” Sabrina asked, thinking David’s timing couldn’t have been worse if he was hoping to rekindle his relationship with Henry. She could see how guilty Henry was feeling about insisting they take on Villa Nirvana. He probably wouldn’t be receptive to taking new risks in an old relationship that had almost taken him down.
    David’s betrayal of Henry somehow seemed worse than Ben’s infidelity to Sabrina. Ben was just a pig taking another woman to bed, albeit their bed. But David had lied when asked by the airlines if he was being sexually harassed by Henry, or at least he hadn’t been firm in denying such. Henry took the fall for “inappropriate and unprofessional behavior toward his superior,” that being his pilot, David. David, who had been his lover for more than a year and who had romped and played with him while on layovers throughout the Caribbean, was all of a sudden concerned about hurting his wife, and, more importantly, losing his big fat airline pension. Henry had gotten away with his pension and a settlement from a discrimination claim he lodged against the airlines for sexual harassment by his superior. Allied Air