Twisted Interest
Margot Harris Book 7
Nora Kane
Twisted Interest by Nora Kane Copyright © 2021 by Nora Kane.
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Books by Nora Kane
1. Secrets of Woodcrest Manor
2. Wolverine Harbor Novellas Series
Book 1 - The Veil of Deceit
Book 2 - The Veil of Envy
Book 3 - The Veil of Vengeance
3. Emmy Grimm Series
Book 1 - Lured
Book 2 - Chased
Book 3 - Blindsided
4. Margot Harris Series
Book 1 - Shadow of Greed
Book 2 - Shadow of Pretense
Book 3 - Shadow of Suspicion
Book 4 - Shadow of Betrayal
Book 5 - Shadow of Misgivings
Book 6 - Twisted Game
Book 7 - Twisted Interest
Book 8 - Twisted Hopes
Book 9 - Twisted Judgment
Book 10 - Twisted Redemption
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When the Patriarch of the Woodcrest Family was found dead in the flowerbed under his bedroom window, the local police department called it suicide. His son hired Private detective Emmy wanting to uncover the real truth behind his father's death. Surrounded by so many individuals who could benefit from his death, now the responsibility is on Emmy to figure out who was responsible. When Emmy starts to talk to the heirs the Woodcrest family's secrets begin to emerge.
Table of Content
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
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“How’s my favorite victim of police brutality doing?”
Lucas sat up as best he could in his hospital bed and gave Heller a little head nod before he replied, pointing to his groin, “I’ll be better when they take this tube out of my “you know what” and let me out of here. I miss the regular hospital.”
“Least you ain’t handcuffed to the bed in here.”
“Not like it makes any difference. Even if I could get up and walk, where would I go?”
“I hear you on that. Jail sucks, but trust me, prison is worse.”
“No shit. They got you sweeping the floors now?”
“Yeah, but I can’t complain. No tube in my dick.”
Heller moved on, going through the motions like he was actually cleaning something.
Lucas looked up at the box-shaped television mounted on the wall in front of him. The thing looked older than him. He missed the television at the regular hospital; having a flat screen and some decent channels when you're stuck in bed all day and all night made being handcuffed to the bed worth it.
The nurse walked in and announced, “Good, you’re awake. You’ve got visitors.” He left as quickly as he’d arrived, probably going off shift—unlike Lucas and Heller, he got to go home at night. Lucas didn’t get a chance to ask who his visitors were, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out.
The two detectives came into the room. Anderson, the younger and fatter of the two, was first in. He leaned against the rail at the foot of the bed and made sure his big body was blocking the television.
“What are you two doing here? This ain’t your kind of case,” Lucas remarked.
“We’re organized crime. You work for Harry Lee. This is our case.”
“Then you wasted your time. I’ve got nothing but nice things to say about Harry Lee. You all need to quit harassing him. He’s just a misunderstood businessman.”
“Whose driver went all horror movie on two people.”
“Did I?”
“If you didn’t, who did?”
“I’ll tell you the same thing I told everybody else. You want to know who killed that white boy and his bitch, I need to be doing my recovery on the outside.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Anderson said.
“You shot at a cop,” Cranston added, “even if you’re cleaner than virgin snow, you aren’t walking away on that.”
“Sure, but then I got shot like six times in the back. They tell me I may never be able to pee right and shit. I think I’ve suffered enough.”
“You’re the only one who thinks so.”
“Until you all start being a bit more sympathetic, I guess the murder is going to remain unsolved.”
“We’ve got you.”
“Nah, you don’t and you know it. That razor don’t mean shit, I’m surprised you haven’t thrown Phoebe’s nice ass back in here.”
“Keep her name out of your mouth,” Anderson said.
“Damn,” Lucas replied, managing a smile, “You sound like you’re sweet on her or something.”
“Just watch your mouth, punk.”
“Her name might be in my mouth a lot after you get the charges dropped.”
“Are you saying Phoebe did it?” Cranston asked, drawing a look from his partner.
“Nah, like I said, as long as I’m in here, the murder case stays unsolved.”
“How do we know you even know shit? I told you, give us something, and if it checks out…”
“—I look like some punk? I know how you cops play people. Get me out and I serve up the perpetrator of the Masterson Hot
