Activating the Bluetooth feature, she asked, “Are you ready?” Tracy Daniels’s name appeared on the dashboard screen. A cool November breeze swept over her exposed skin as she stepped out into the parking lot behind the row of stores where she rented a second-story, two-bedroom apartment above a gift shop on Cavanaugh Island it was cool but not cold enough for her to go back upstairs for a shawl.Īs soon as she slipped in behind the wheel of the late-model Lincoln MKX and tapped the start Engine button, her cell phone rang. She left the bathroom, humming under her breath, then scooped up her phone, clutch bag, and keys. The sophisticated makeup, hair, with a body-hugging red dress and black suede stilettos was a complete departure from her normal jeans, T-shirt, and apron she wore as the pastry chef at the Muffin Corner. If the style worked for such a beautiful actress, Iris hoped it would do the same for her. She smiled, flashing straight, white teeth. Taking up a small round brush, Iris smoothed back the sides of her short, chemically straightened hair before spiking the crown with her fingertips á la Halle Berry. The smoky shadow on her lids, faint raspberry blush on her cheekbones and matching gloss on her lips complemented her chestnut-brown complexion. Peering closely at her image in the mirror over the bathroom vanity, Iris Nelson applied a coat of mascara to her upper and lower lashes and then took a step back to examine her handiwork. Combine ingredients with cracked ice in a cocktail shaker.
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