10-19-2009, 11:05 AM
On my honeymoon when the Jamaican cops showed up at our B&B, asking if everything was ok.
We told them we weren't aware of any trouble, and they told us that they had gotten a call saying something was wrong. An employee showed up and took the cops back around a building, where they were for about 10 minutes. When they returned, they were talking quietly, and one of the cops had a pair of shoes. They got in their car and left, and we asked the employee what was going on. He told us nothing was wrong. We told him what the cops had told us. He said they just stopped by to say hello, because they're old friends.
Awhile later, we went around where the cops had been, and it looked like somebody had tried to break into one of the bedrooms. Again, we asked the employees why the cops came, and again they wouldn't tell us anything.
Earlier in the day, we found out that the locals had murdered an American who used to live next door to the B&B (his home was still there, vacant and overgrown) only a couple of years ago. That, coupled with the way none of the employees would give us a straight answer about the police, got my wife and I super scared. That very night we informed the employees that we had to cut our trip short, and we caught a ride to the airport (two hours away) at three in the morning to get the first flight back to America.
We told them we weren't aware of any trouble, and they told us that they had gotten a call saying something was wrong. An employee showed up and took the cops back around a building, where they were for about 10 minutes. When they returned, they were talking quietly, and one of the cops had a pair of shoes. They got in their car and left, and we asked the employee what was going on. He told us nothing was wrong. We told him what the cops had told us. He said they just stopped by to say hello, because they're old friends.
Awhile later, we went around where the cops had been, and it looked like somebody had tried to break into one of the bedrooms. Again, we asked the employees why the cops came, and again they wouldn't tell us anything.
Earlier in the day, we found out that the locals had murdered an American who used to live next door to the B&B (his home was still there, vacant and overgrown) only a couple of years ago. That, coupled with the way none of the employees would give us a straight answer about the police, got my wife and I super scared. That very night we informed the employees that we had to cut our trip short, and we caught a ride to the airport (two hours away) at three in the morning to get the first flight back to America.