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

Could you please let me know if there’s a Bruno Burns staying at the resort.”
    “Give me a moment, Tracy. Putting you on hold.” The light and airy trills of Beethoven’s “Fur Elise” filled the silence. It made the wait bearable and lifted my mood.
    “Tracy, are you there?”
    “Yes, Imogen, I’m here.”
    “No, I’m sorry, Bruno Burns is not a guest here.”
    “Could you try Burns, or anyone with the surname. May be he had been a guest in the past?”
    “Just a moment while I check through guest profiles.”
    In order to improve customer service, Maxwell had put in place a number of new initiatives. One of these was installing a guest information system to capture visitor records.
    “No, there’s been no record of a Bruno Burns or anyone with the same name on the system, but the records only go back two years. He may have been here before that.”
    “Thanks for checking.”
    “Sorry, I couldn’t be of more help. You could try Admin for manual records.”
    “Yeah, but that’s probably a long shot. Those records are not very accurate,” I said in a small voice.
    “Okay, good luck, Tracy. There’s another call coming in.”
    “Thanks again, Imogen.”
    I was disappointed that the records didn’t show up anything either. The man might as well have been a ghost.
    Joseph mentioned that Burns and Frank had fought at the casino. I remembered how his expression had changed when he realized that he had been caught on the CCTV recording. Perhaps that was the answer! The security footage could tell me more, but how could I get access to it?
    I could ask Brett. Perhaps I should call him now. Using the staff intranet, I found his extension number. With each number I punched I felt my heart beating a little harder. To my relief the number was busy. I consoled myself with the thought that calling him could have given the wrong impression. Although there was a tiny part of me that hoped he would pick up.
    My thoughts turned to the notes of my conversation with Katherine and her lawyer who she seemed to be carrying on with. Without the protection of the pre-nup, she was the one who stood to lose the most had the divorce gone though. So, perhaps it was she who had killed Frank.
    She was open about the fact that she hated Frank. Gina also said that Katherine went ballistic when her relationship with the white-haired man was revealed. She had the same reaction when I showed her the incriminating photo, so Gina was telling the truth.
    Perhaps, I was complicating things by trying to find Burns. Maybe Katherine, the most obvious person, was the killer after all.
    I turned my mind back to the to-do list which I had not looked at since morning. A quick call to F&B told me things were on track for tonight’s event. This morning all I had to worry about was some truffles, and now it seemed so trivial and meaningless.
    A sharp ping called my attention to my computer screen. It flashed:
     
    New Message from Brett Cooper
     
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    To: Tracy Turner
From: Brett Cooper
Subject: Our Meeting
     
    Hey Tracy,
Just a quick note to confirm our meeting this evening.
I should have asked. Would you like me to give you a ride?
     
    Take care,
Brett
     
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    To: Brett Cooper
From: Tracy Turner
Subject: An update
     
    Hi Brett,
Great timing.
Thanks, but I’ll find my way.
Here’s a quick update on our project since we met earlier today. I went through the photographs. They were a wealth of information. It’s true what they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.
I also had a chat with Katherine Walters. Like I told you when we met, on the TV clip she threatened to kill Frank on the courtroom steps a couple of weeks ago. When I caught up with her, she couldn’t hide her happiness about his death. She tried to pin the murder on Frank’s mistress Gina Fey.
Gina’s a new age yoga guru or something like that (a scanned copy of her card is attached). She bawled her eyes out when I brought up Frank. Although she’s