Death Dances to a Reggae Beat

KELLY RYAN TO RUN WBZE
That's the headline I rated in a Caribbean tabloid. Big news for the locals here on St. Chris. Big promotion for me as general manager of the top-rated radio station. A healthy raise, a generous bonus, and the ocean spray sure beats Chicago winters. But if you think I landed in a cushy bed of frangipani, think again...

Here I was, settling in to St. Chris like a true native, shaking off old feelings for my ex-husband, making new friends, and sending calypso out with the ocean breeze. Everything was cool. Then I stumbled across a tourist's body on the beach. Impaled with a spear. Dressed for a ritual. And not a drop of blood in sight. To make matters worse, I knew her. Hardly Miss Congeniality, but there were kinder ways than murder to shut Zena's mouth. Until I discovered more about her past—like the truth, for instance. Now I'm getting in a little too deep—kind of like quicksand. And there's a killer on the loose who's hoping I don't crawl out alive.