Killer Twist (A Ghostwriter Mystery) by C.A. Larmer

Author:C.A. Larmer [Larmer, C.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Larmer Media
Published: 2011-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

The rich, spicy aroma of chicken korma wafted towards them as the waiter placed a well-heaped plate on the table and Roxy pushed the Indian Naan bread aside to make room for it. She was planted across from Max in a booth at Indian Delight, a cheap Indian restaurant in the grungy heart of Darlinghurst. Dozens of brightly dressed couples, mostly gay, wandered arm in arm on the street outside and the dull thud of the nightclub upstairs could be heard over a tinny tune now coming from a small stereo by the kitchen. Like Pico’s, this was one of Max and Roxy’s favorite haunts.

Tingling with chilled Semillon and hungry as hell, the friends dug into their food and savored the taste, the ‘Delight’s delectable cuisine a conversation stopper every time. Eventually, when she had had her fill, Roxy relaxed into her chair and watched her friend eat.

He had combed his hair today and his long-sleeved, red T-shirt looked freshly washed. He was chomping away at the bread with all the enthusiasm of a kid at McDonald’s and she felt a glow of warmth inside her. Max had been her sanity stick for so long she didn’t know what she would do without him. Secretly, she was pleased he was single again but she would never admit that, certainly not to him.

‘You seem more relaxed tonight,’ he said, stopping to gulp his wine.

‘I feel great.’

‘Any special reason?’

‘Well, Maria Constantinople emailed this afternoon with a bunch of stories she’d like me to do.’

‘Excellent.’

‘I know. They’re all your usual women’s stuff, and they’re not due for a while, but it’s good to have a solid stack of work lined up. I think the Heather Jackson feature has booted me up a few pegs in Maria’s eyes at least.’

‘She really liked it, huh? You want anymore?’ He was already scraping the dregs into his bowl so she didn’t bother answering.

‘Actually, I think she was mainly impressed by the fact that Heather came to her demanding that I do the interview. Suddenly I have some clout.’

‘Heather Jackson came to you?’ He looked up, surprised.

‘Yeah, weird, eh? I think she got my name from Beatrice Musgrave before she died.’

‘Ah, there’s that name again.’

Roxy sipped her wine quietly. Max was being protective and she could understand his concern. To the outsider she certainly must appear obsessed, frantically trying to find foul play where none might exist at all. Roxy sat upright and looked her friend square in the eyes.

‘Can you let me try to explain it to you? I really need you to understand this.’ He shrugged, looking far more interested in the food than anything she might say, so she continued, choosing her words carefully. ‘Beatrice Musgrave revealed her secret daughter to me the day before she died. I believe she had her reasons. She might have foreseen her death and thrown me this clue to set me on the right track, or maybe it was pure coincidence. In any case I owe it to her memory to check out every lead.

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