Death of a Day-Tripper (Quirky Tales from the Caribbean Book 3)

Six days a week, not much happens on the sleepy Caribbean island of Port William. Isolated from the territory’s main tourist draw of St. Humphries, outsiders rarely venture to its shore.

But now every Tuesday, a cruise ship pulls into the island’s new deepwater dock, releasing a crowd of day-trippers. The vacationers spread across the waterfront, sunning on rented recliners, drinking beer and rum punch.

The operation runs smoothly until two lounge chair vendors discover a body.

On most Caribbean islands, identification of an expired beachgoer would be followed by an orderly alert and notification process. After all, such inadvertent deaths occurred, often with callous disregard for travel and vacation schedules. It was unfortunate but not a reason to panic.

Except that this was no ordinary tourist.

And this wasn’t the first time the vendors had found a body on the beach…