Chapter Eighty-Seven Holly
Chapter Eighty-seven
HOLLY
Fitzwilliam and I race out of the house, and the feeling of tropical morning sunshine on my face is the most welcome sensation I’ve felt since landing on the island.
The quad bikes have been driven out of view, and decorated in black and white flowers to match the wedding.
‘There,’ I say, pointing.
I jump aboard, ripping the floral display from the handlebars and tossing it onto the manicured lawn.
‘Orchestra music,’ I say, as the first strains wind up from the beach. ‘We’ve still got time.’
Fitzwilliam nods, as I rev the bike, and spin away from Fortune House, sending an arc of sand flaring behind us. We bounce through jungle, and pass the open expanse of the viewing platform.
‘Care to share your theory with me?’ he asks, as sand sprays up.
‘The fingerprints on the birthday invitation,’ I say, ‘it was bothering me. Simone obviously meant for them to be some dramatic reveal. Why would she go to that trouble, just to show that Adrianna was the only person to touch her birthday invitation? Then I realized.’ I bank the bike hard left.
‘It wasn’t who the fingerprints belonged to, it was the way they were distributed on the invitation. That was what Simone wanted us to see.’
We’re nearing the wedding. Adrianna has almost reached Mark, standing expectantly ready for her. I put on a spurt of speed.