Legally Blind Luck (Braxton Campus Mysteries)
by James J. Cudney
About Legally Blind Luck
Surprising new family members. A hidden talisman. Deadly curses. Murder. Months after tragically losing a loved one, Kellan learns his relative’s death wasn’t an accident.
Someone has discovered a cursed talisman, and a rogue government agent will stop at nothing to retrieve the heirloom. Unfortunately, it has already changed hands and found its way on campus. Moments before Braxton’s controversial art exhibition opens, Kellan stumbles upon another murder victim, and it appears he might be next on the avenger’s list.
Can Kellan protect the talisman's true heir and prevent the killer’s nefarious plan? Given all the suspects have ties to prominent Braxton citizens, he’s uncertain whom to trust. Together, Kellan and Sheriff April are determined to solve the mystery - via legal means or blind luck.
Someone's in Kellan's Office:
With only an hour to grab lunch before it was time to introduce Tobias, I returned to my office to eat the food I’d purchased the day before and organize my thoughts. Myriam had closed the building and lent our department administrator to Fern to assist with any coordination for the art exhibition. She and Ursula would attend to ensure the Glass Hall event kicked off with no issues. I let myself onto our floor and flipped on the lights in the hallway where most of the offices resided. As I approached mine, I noticed my door was slightly ajar.
Had the thief returned with the cursed figurine? I debated whether to call BCS, but the cleaning staff could’ve left it open. No other lights were on. What could someone be doing in the dark? I quietly approached my office, tightly hugging the hallway walls. When I reached my door, I flung it open and shouted, “I’ve got the police on speed dial! Who are you?”
“No one you need to be afraid of,” responded a vibrant feminine voice. “Didn’t Ulan inform you I’d contact you this week?”
I stepped into the doorway and glimpsed a woman sitting in my chair. A narrow ray of light peeked through the window shade and settled on her face face. A pair of dark glasses covered her eyes, and she wielded a folded walking stick in her hands, which rested on the top of the desk. Finally, we could tackle the important stuff in our peculiar mystery.
“How did you know where to find my office?” I flipped on the light switch to better see who lurked in the darkness.
“My bodyguard escorts me around, as needed. He’s also my driver these days. You probably didn’t notice him, but he’s been watching you all morning. It’s imperative we speak.”
About James J. Cudney
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