Page 10 of Every Time I Go on Vacation, Someone Dies

He glances at Harper. She stares back, eating her gelato slowly.

“Harper’s part of the equation,” I say. “You tell me, you tell her.”

“And I have your promise that you’ll keep whatever I say confidential?”

“If someone is trying to kill you, we might have to involve the police—”

“No. No police.”

This is what I get for plotting a murder in a church. And shit. I forgot to put money in the offering box. I’m being punished—this is the penance Mr. Texas Priest forgot to mete out.19

“Okay, no police for now,” I say. “Spill.”

He works his jaw and then opens his mouth to speak, but before he can get the words out, the air is filled with a Pop! Pop! Pop!

“Get down!” he shouts, dragging me to the ground with him. He covers my body with his, half suffocating me into the cobblestones.

And now I know I’m not just being punished; I’m in hell.

Because only the devil could come up with an ending for me like this.

THE VACATION MYSTERIES SERIES ORDER

When in Rome (Book 1)

Murder in Nice (Book 2)

Death on the Thames (Book 3)

Gibraltar Is for Dying (Book 4)

Highland Killing (Book 5)

Loch-ed Away (Book 6)

Suspect in Seville (Book 7)

Passed Away in Paris (Book 8)

Drowned in Porto (Book 9)

Roman Holiday Gone Wrong20

Lost in Amalfi

Escape to Amalfi

Escape from Amalfi

Amalfi Made Me Do It

CHAPTER 3Was This on the Itinerary?

Those shots in the air aren’t the end. I don’t die. None of us do.

Instead, after a moment of silence where Connor’s fully on top of me like we’re about to get busy, he pushes himself up on his elbows and looks down. “Now do you believe me?”

“Get off me!” I say as I give him a push.

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