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Blind Eye
- F. Lynn Godfriaux
Mattie Lamont Tyler loses both parents in an apparent car accident, then finds herself estranged from her only sibling when her sister Angela elopes with a new boyfriend. But Mattie, a photojournalist with (ironically) a phobia of guns and violence, is blind to dangers around her until Angela ends up on the critical list in an ICU six hundred miles from home and Mattie's husband, a Southern Ute who appears to be a quiet, unassuming weather forecaster, stops answering his cell.
Before she can figure out what's going on, Mattie is kidnapped by Hawk, a ruthless stranger with accusations Mattie does not understand. Her own survival and the lives of her loved ones depend on whether Mattie can see beyond her "blind eye" into unknown inner strength.
From the plains of Oklahoma to the mountains of Southwest Colorado, Blind Eye sweeps the reader into a frantic race against greed, lies, and pre-meditated murder.
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Prologue
George Digby Lamont blinked but his vision wouldn’t clear. Butterflies filled his chest, fluttering around his heart with uncomfortable heaviness. He glanced at his wife, Ginnie, who seemed lost in thought as she gazed out the passenger window of their Land Rover.
Should he say anything? Pull over? Find an emergency facility?
He returned his attention to the two-lane highway and blinked several times in an effort to clear the blur in front of him. Flat, empty, brown Kansas prairie spread under an expansive Kansas blue sky. The January midday sun held no warmth. He rubbed the front of his thick plaid long-sleeved shirt as the discomfort in his chest increased. Sweat beaded his forehead and he fumbled with the collar buttons to ease the sudden constriction around his throat. He didn’t understand what was wrong. He’d felt fine this morning when they started their trip to visit their daughter Mattie in Colorado. And though in his sixties, he’d never had heart-related problems.
He heard Ginnie moan and snapped his head in her direction. Her color looked awful. His eyes widened with alarm as she slumped over.
“Ginnie!” He tried to yell, but his voice barely made it beyond his lips. The sudden blast of a truck horn jerked his attention to the two-lane highway and he squinted, frantically trying to clear his worsening vision. Rubber bands wrapped tighter and tighter around his chest until he couldn’t breathe. He caught a whiff of the sweet pickles he and his wife had been eating, felt his head begin to spin, heard again the thunderous, deafening blare of a truck horn.
Screeching tires, exploding glass, and impacting steel ripped the afternoon air as the oncoming eighteen-wheeler slammed head-on into the careening Land Rover.