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Not What You'd Expect
Not What You'd Expect
Not What You'd Expect
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Not What You'd Expect

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I met a spy once.


She wasn't what you'd expect.

 

Blonde, buxom, and brilliant.

 

Anything more, well, you'll have to read the story to find out what she was after. And how I got drawn in.

 

Yet another short mystery as part of Leah R Cutter's Year of Mystery!
 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 21, 2021
ISBN9798201915995
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    Not What You'd Expect - Leah R Cutter

    Not What You’d Expect

    Not What You’d Expect

    A short mystery

    Leah R Cutter

    Knotted Road Press

    Contents

    Not What You’d Expect

    About the Author

    Also by Leah R Cutter

    About Knotted Road Press

    Not What You’d Expect

    I knew a spy, once.

    Patty may, or may not, have fit your stereotypical ideal of a spy. She was in her late twenties, blonde, buxom, and brilliant. I found out later that she had a PhD in aeronautical engineering, along with an MBA. While her official title at one of the big airplane manufacturers in Seattle was Business Analyst, she actually worked as a corporate spy.

    We met at yoga class. Thirty people packed the tiny studio three times a week. The air was always humid in there, soft and warm. Condensation covered the windows, hiding the busy street outside. Spider plants hung from the ceiling, sprouting like mad. Yoga mats filled the floor, with mere inches between them. The students tended toward younger, upper-middle-class women, wearing expensive yoga shirts and pants, but a few of us older hippies had snuck in, with our cheap tights and cut-up T-shirts.

    The instructor always invited the best students to fill the first two of the four rows of students. Her reasoning was that if the people in the back couldn’t see the instructor, they could still watch yogini modeling the proper poses.

    I started that class in the far back corner, away from the door and the windows. I’d long since passed my fortieth birthday and fifty loomed alarmingly ahead of me. I wasn’t in horrid shape, but I was beginning to feel my age.

    Patty started taking classes

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