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Healthy Homicide
Author:
C. L. Kraemer
Genre: Mystery
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Two
murders have occurred at the Barrel Springs Day Spa. Police hurry to find the
method and reason before anyone else is murdered.
EXCERPT
Barrel
Springs Day Spa had many features, but the one that had set it apart from its
closest competitor, West Palmdale Rejuvenation Clinic and Fitness Center, was
the No Cellphone rule. On the one occasion Alexa had scheduled a massage at
West Palmdale, the masseuse’s cellphone had rung--and she had taken the call!
That pretty well convinced Alexa she wouldn’t visit again.
As
she turned her phone on, it immediately began to ring. Alexa sighed, checked
the time-11:30-and answered. Not soon enough her time would be her own.
"Alexa
Bond."
"Ms.
Bond? Are you still on the property? This is Cyndi Palmer, and I really need to
speak with you. Can you spare a moment? I promise it won’t take long."
Something
about the note of desperation in Cyndi’s voice touched Alexa.
"Okay,
but I’ve got a noon meeting with the mayor pro tem, and I can’t miss it."
She
turned and walked back into the spa’s lobby. A piercing scream rent the air.
Alexa’s skin prickled in goose bumps. She stepped aside of the uniformed
employees running in the direction of the Vitamin Verandah. Spotting Cyndi
Palmer, her normally tanned face ashen, Alexa raised an eyebrow. Behind Cyndi
was the spa’s assistant manager, Marilyn, who strolled to Alexa’s side.
"I’ll
bet it’s just Vonnie Spencer trying to get her session for free. That woman is
a menace. She’s badmouthed and scared every employee here except the head
masseuse. He’s so stoic even she can’t ruffle his feathers. Why don’t you wait
here? I’m sure this will take only a moment." Marilyn winked, her bright,
green eyes twinkling as she strolled in the direction of the current crisis.
Alexa
watched as Cyndi dashed past Marilyn nearly knocking her over in the process
and instructed the receptionist to call 911. She picked the microphone up and
flipped the switch.
"Ladies.
I’m sorry but we’ve had an emergency arise. I’d like to ask all of you to
please dress and come to the lobby. I’ll explain in more detail when everyone
is out front. Your appointments today are courtesy of the spa. Thank you."
Returning the microphone to the desktop, head in hands, Cyndi faced the wall
mural located behind the reception desk of a serene Tahitian beach.
Alexa
moved to her side. "Cyndi? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Sighing
deeply, the tall, elegantly muscled, tanned spa manager offered a lopsided
smile.
"No,
Ms. Bond. I’m afraid you’re going to miss your meeting. When my appointment
secretary went to notify Ms. Spencer it was time for her Swedish sauna, well,
she, she found her…dead."
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