Omar had to get down to the pool area fast. He’d seen the diamond in Wendy’s hand during his quick scrutiny. The stupid bitch must have clung to it tightly all the way down to the ground. He had to move fast, before anyone else arrived and grabbed the valuable gem.
Using his private elevator, he made it to the ground level swiftly, but not fast enough. He heard the ding of another elevator, just after his arrived. He peeked around the elevator doorway and saw Heather and a man moving toward Wendy’s body. They didn’t get too close, so maybe they didn’t notice what was in her hand. He waited until they moved further away from Wendy, then hurried over and quickly snatched up the diamond.
Omar knew how to be intimidating. There was no doubt Heather was afraid of him. She looked like she might flee, and she was shaking. It might be shock, of course, but he knew as he moved closer to her that she suspected he had something to do with Wendy’s death. It was ironic. This time he was innocent.
He strode up to them and told the couple he’d be upstairs waiting when the police came. Unfortunately, the man with her was a well-known celebrity on local TV. Omar didn’t know if he’d have to take care of this situation or not. They could become a threat. He wondered if they had seen him grab the diamond from Wendy’s dead hand.
Omar waited for the police and fumed. He had imminent things to do while he was free and out on bail. This development would just cause the police to put him under more scrutiny. It was especially bothersome because he had carefully made arrangements to leave Oahu for a clandestine trip off the island. It wasn’t something he could put off. He needed the deed done quickly so that, whatever the outcome at the trial’s end, he would still be in control of his destiny and ultimate legacy.
Now Omar would need to use a body double to throw the police off when he left Oahu, but he was so tall and distinctive looking it would be hard to arrange. It wasn’t impossible, though, just a nuisance. He knew the right guy, but getting him here to Oahu might be tricky.
The private elevator buzzed and Omar told the police to come on up through the intercom. He turned the key that unlocked the elevator for his penthouse.
As he waited, Leilanie wandered into the living room. “What’s going on?” She was naked and Omar ordered her to go get dressed.
“Just tell the police the truth,” Omar instructed her as she went into the bedroom. “We were asleep. The scream woke us up.”
“What scream?” Leilanie asked, turning around and looking at him, bewildered and still half asleep.
“Just do what I fucking told you,” Omar thundered, frowning. “We were asleep and we both woke up when we heard Wendy scream. We were in bed together until Wendy screamed. Got that?”
Leilanie was slowly taking baby steps, backing away from Omar’s anger. “I’ll remember,” she said softly. She disappeared into the bedroom and came out quickly wearing jeans and a sawed-off tee shirt that revealed her abdomen and navel. With her long black hair messed up and reaching almost to her waist, and the obvious absence of a bra, Omar had no doubt the policemen would be distracted.
“Pinch your nipples,” Omar said. “I want the police preoccupied,” he added as the elevator arrived. His frown at Lelanie quickly turned to a charming smile as he turned around and met three policemen at the door and bade them enter.
“I know it’s late and you’re all on duty, but perhaps some coffee?” Omar said graciously. “Please sit down.” He ushered them to a couch and gave a significant look at Leilanie. She obediently went to the kitchen to get coffee.
“This is such a sad night,” Omar said. “We were asleep when we heard Wendy scream. She’s been quite distraught. She broke up with her boyfriend, so I asked her to stay here, hoping it would cheer her up.”
Leilanie came into the room with a tray of coffee. She was looking at Omar with raised eyebrows, probably surprised by his lies, but her nipples were poking out nicely, and her high color and swollen lips would convince the policemen they were in bed together when Wendy made the leap.
“We need to see your balcony,” one of the policemen said. The other two were trying not to stare at Leilanie as she served the coffee.
“Of course,” Omar said. “I went out there for a moment, but I didn’t touch anything.”
Leilanie’s eyes widened. “What happened to Wendy?”
The three policemen looked at her, awkwardly. “She fell or jumped,” one explained.
“No!” Leilanie said, frowning and shaking her head. “That can’t be true!”
Omar could read her like a book. She was horrified Wendy had jumped, but not that she was dead. The two women were constantly fighting over him. He’d picked Leilanie for his first sexual partner after two long weeks of miserable abstinence when he’d been in jail because she was like roast beef and potatoes. Thoroughly satisfying and filling. He’d planned on Wendy for dessert. She was sweet, playful and fluffy, not filling, but a wonderful way to finish gorging his lusty appetite.
Leilani’s sudden sobbing and tears weren’t real, but made the police uncomfortable, which was great, Omar thought. They’d leave more quickly.
Omar made the mandatory gestures of comforting Leilani, but she broke free from his embrace and ran barefoot through the sliding glass door out onto the balcony. She grabbed the railing, leaned over, and looked down. The policemen below hadn’t removed the body yet. Leilanie saw the medical examiner bent over Wendy’s broken body. She backed up fast and bent over, sobbing, covering her face
