Twisted
A Novel
Chapter One
May brought azure skies and California optimism to Hollywood. Petra
Connor worked nights and slept through the blue. She had her own
reason to be cheerful: solving two whodunit murders.
The first was a dead body at a wedding. The Ito-Park wedding, main
ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel, Japanese-American bride,
Korean-American groom, a couple of law students who'd met at the U.
Her father, a Glendale-born surgeon; his, an immigrant appliance
dealer, barely able to speak English. Petra wondered about culture
clash.
The body was one of the bride's cousins, a thirty-two-year-old CPA
named Baldwin Yoshimura, found midway through the reception, in an
unlocked stall of the hotel men's room, his neck twisted so hard, he
looked like something out of The Exorcist. It took strong hands to
do that, the coroner pronounced, but that was where the medical
wisdom terminated.
Petra, working with no partner once again, talked to every friend
and relative and finally unearthed the fact that Baldwin Yoshimura
had been a serious lothario who'd made no distinction betwee ... read full excerpt from: Twisted ebook
