Twisted: A Tracy Turner Murder Mystery Novel (The Tracy Turner Mystery Series Book 1) by Keyla Hunter Read Free Book Online Page A

top and pink skintight shorts.
    In moments he was down to his boxers and one of his Mental Buddies hoisted him up onto his shoulders. Amidst the sounds of whistling, whooping, and catcalls, he waved a sequin-covered hot pink bra in the air. The video had gone viral within hours. It was one of the hardest periods in my life, but I lived through the embarrassment.
    He swore to me that nothing had happened and begged me to take him back, and after much persuasion, I did. I was young. No, I was plain dumb. After our final break up, I heard that not only did he steal the bachelor’s show that night, but he had also earned the privileges.
    Amon was by far the biggest mistake of my life. I promised myself not to go down that track again, and to never stay in a bad relationship hoping that divine intervention would make the problems go away. So falling in love was not on my agenda. Falling in love? For God’s sake aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself, Tracy?
    The fact was that Brett did seem nice. Who knows maybe… No, it can’t be. I had no intention of getting myself into any kind of relationship at this point. Not now… not for a few years. I usually had a gut feeling about these things. With him, I didn't really feel anything. Perhaps, I’m not letting myself feel.
    An alert on my phone said that I still had to check on the placeholders for this evening’s event, which reminded me that I had not yet decided what I should wear. In the past I worked behind the scenes and my uniform sufficed, but tonight I would have to mingle with the guests. I wondered what petrified me more, hobnobbing with the rich and famous or falling for Brett Cooper.
     

     
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    To: Natalya Chaykovsky
From: Tracy Turner
Subject: A favor please
     
    Hey Nat,
I tried your mobile. Rob told me that you've left it back at his place again. Who does that?
Anyway, I really hope that you are reading your mail.
I know that you are on leave and all, but do you think that you could do me a favor please? I need you to do my hair this evening. I've got this big event at work.
Say you will, please? I’m so sorry for the short notice. I thought I’d DIY it, but then changed my mind.
Please say yes.
     
    ~T~
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    To: Tracy Turner
From: Natalya
Subject: Re: A favor please
     
    Hey Trace,
Yeah, I must stop my leaving my phone around. It makes Rob crazy. Was he really mad? He thinks I’m avoiding his calls, which of course I’m not.
Oh, must be something important that you are making some effort. Ok, spill. Who is it?
     
    Nat.
     
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    To: Natalya Chaykovsky
From: Tracy Turner
Subject: Re: Re: A favour please
     
    Hey Nat,
Are you and Rob fighting again? He’s a keeper, Nat. Unlike another loser I know.
Is that a yes? And it’s a work thing.
     
    ~T~
     
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    To: Tracy Turner
From: Natalya Chaykovsky
Subject: Get over it
     
    Are you still on about Amon?
A work thing? It’s getting more interesting. For God’s sake I hope you don’t mess things up because of your hang-up over A.
     
    Nat.
     
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    To: Tracy Turner
From: Natalya Chaykovsky
Subject: Re: Get over it
     
    OMG why would you even think that? You know he is history - I swear.
& thanks a gazillion. :)
     
    ~T~
     
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    To: Tracy Turner
From: Natalya Chaykovsky
Subject: Re: Re: Get over it
     
    If you say so.
It’s just that you deserve so much more, Trace.
I’ll see you at 5:30 at my place. I’ll have you looking like a princess.
Can’t wait.
    Nat.
     
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CHAPTER FOUR
    I made myself comfortable in my favorite hideout, an old meeting room tucked away behind the reception area that was unused by anyone in the building. I came upon it by chance, and it was the place that I went to when I needed alone time to think and get away from Amanda and the hustle and bustle of the Administrative Department who shared our workspace.
    Maxwell was big on open-plan offices. He believed it supported collaboration. If you asked