The Tangled Web is a story of power, passion and patriotism. The main setting is a Caribbean island which is at risk because of cocaine trafficking by high-ranking members of government. What can be done? And who will be bold enough to take the necessary steps to end the decadence and corruption that is threatening the survival of a nation? Entertainment tycoon Logan Armstrong arrives on the island in the dead of night for a secret meeting. Who does he meet with, and what is the meeting about? And what role does a mysterious man in London play in this international web of intrigue, murder and romance?
Still gazing out the window of his plane, Armstrong could see the island now, or rather he could sense it. Though lit by brilliant moonlight, only lights twinkling down the mountains to the harbor were visible from the air. It always amazed him how much subliminal energy this island had. He could almost hear it rising from the earth like the distant beat of rasta drums. It had been more than twenty years since it had been his permanent home, but now, as his plane prepared to land, he had that familiar feeling of coming home. It always felt good to be back, though this time would be different.
The Gulfstream swooped to a perfect landing and taxied down the runway to the terminal. Armstrong quickly disembarked and walked briskly through the arrivals section of the terminal, his travel-worn leather carry-on slung over his shoulder. It didn’t hold nearly enough for his stay, but there was always something he could fall back on up at his cottage in the mountains. He checked his watch. It was already after 1:00 a.m.
A grinning Trevor was waiting at the curbside with the Range Rover idling when Armstrong stepped out into the moist warmth of the tropical night. “Hello, Mr. Logan, had a good trip, sir?”
“Good enough, Trevor, but never mind that. How are you?”
Trevor’s wide smile faded. “I’m okay, sir, but things are getting worse every day. It’s bad.”
Without further comment, Armstrong slid into the back seat.
The Range Rover cruised out of the airport and turned onto a two-lane highway flanked by the harbor on one side and the ocean on the other. Armstrong lowered his window, taking in the salty breeze off the sea. Over the purring of the engine, he could hear the rhythm of the waves crashing on the pebbly beach that stretched for miles adjacent to the road. He looked out the other window toward the city glittering like a diamond necklace around the harbor and up into the mountains. The breathtaking view belied the reality. Things were not as they appeared at first glance. Armstrong wondered if they ever were. He reached for his mobile.
“Where are you exactly?”
“On my way from the airport.”
J.P. Lane was born and raised in Jamaica. During her adult years, she’s blazed a trail across the world, following her star and gathering the international experience that is reflected in her writing. She has lived in London, Southeast Asia, Puerto Rico, and Miami where she was an award-winning writer for The Miami Herald’s marketing team. J.P. now resides in rural north Florida and is working on her second novel, a historical romance.