Blinded by Teyla Branton

Author:Teyla Branton [Branton, Teyla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal suspense, Paranormal mystery, Paranormal romance, Romantic suspense, Woman sleuth, Thrillers, Occult & Supernatural, Contemporary romance, Clean and wholesome romance
ISBN: 978-1-939203-97-7
Publisher: White Star Press
Published: 2018-02-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Easton Godfrey’s office in Beaverton was only ten minutes away from the restaurant, and I drove there in silence. As we pulled up in front of a rectangular, one-story building, Cody mumbled, “It says something that he’s willing to drop everything to see you on a Saturday.”

“Um, that he’s nice? Helpful?” I turned off the engine and put the keys in my purse. The black sedan was still following us, but the driver parked out on the road.

Cody rolled his eyes. “Desperate, more like. He’s afraid to let you get away. There ain’t a lot of people like us. He only knows two others besides me.”

“Two is a lot more than I know of, so that makes him someone I need to talk to.”

“It’s not just psychometry he studies. It’s the whole gamut of psychic abilities. Most people he studies have only a hint of talent, though. They get things right only part of the time and only if they’re in a certain mood.”

“You mean fakes?” Given a certain amount of tries, anyone could get a certain number of guesses correct.

“Not fakes. Just that they aren’t as strong as you and me.”

I reached for my door handle. “You mean their brains didn’t develop quite as much.” I wasn’t psychic, and I hated that designation. It made it seem as if at any minute I’d start reading people’s minds, levitating, or growing antennae.

Cody rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

The building was set back on the large lot to make room for two rows of parking in front. There was no sign except one in the window proclaiming they were open. Only one other car sat in the lot, an old cream-colored sedan which I assumed belonged to the scientist. The nearest building lay to the right beyond an empty expanse of tarmac, where a few stacks of rusting iron made a good privacy barrier. On the left side was a narrow road and beyond that another similar building that seemed to sell plumbing supplies to contractors during the week.

The growing heat already made me feel sticky, though the air smelled remarkably clean. A bird winging its way across a palette of blue sky and puffy white clouds calmed me—until I saw Cody checking his pockets for an extra magazine for his pistol. I hurried ahead.

Cody trod heavily behind me as we approached. There were no flowerbeds, trees, or other greenery in sight except a wilted plant in a pot near the glass door. White aluminum blinds covered two large windows on either side of the door.

A man opened the door before we reached it, dressed in a white lab coat. “Hello. Are you Autumn? I’m Easton Godfrey. It’s great to meet you.” He had thick black hair sprinkled slightly with silver, and large brown eyes. I judged him somewhere in his fifties, perhaps a decade younger than Cody. His height was average, his skin great, but he was only borderline good looking, in part because the right side of his mouth twisted unnaturally when he smiled, as though some of the muscles there had grown the wrong way.

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