Excerpt from The Fudged Up Murder . . .

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    . . . Instinct said to call the police, but Jessaca Anderson hesitated. If she went down on record as the person that found the body, things could get messy. If she just walked out of the cafeteria, no one would know. Someone else would find the body, and she could stay in the clear.

      It was too late to do anything for the man. He was obviously dead. Jessaca took one last look to survey the scene. The man was older, probably in his fifties. It could just be a heart attack or something, but . . . well, even if it wasn’t murder, she couldn’t get involved.

       With every fiber of common sense screaming against her, Jessaca headed for the front exit. Glancing out the glass of the front door, she spied two figures approaching. The elderly Martin sisters held hands as they moved along the icy sidewalk of Middle Ridge, Minnesota.

        Jessaca backed up and glanced both ways. The back entrance would have to do. Besides, then she could stop by the superintendent’s office and leave the papers with him. That’s why she’d come wasn’t it?

          Jessaca shook her head and tried to think straight. Why was this bothering her so much? Swallowing hard, she knew that it wasn’t the body; it was the fact that she couldn’t get involved. She’d always fought for the truth. The truth had to be known, but . . . could she risk it?

       The clacking of her heeled winter boots echoed down the empty corridors as she half-ran down the hall. Reaching the superintendent’s office, she paused. It was empty. He’d said he would be there. Could he have something to do with the death? The room was void of any Christmas décor that usually creeps into offices the week before Christmas, and his chair was pushed back like he’d left in a hurry. She took a step into his office. Should she investigate why he wasn’t here?

      “Stop it, Jessa,” she whispered to herself. “You’ve got to forget about this! Forget you ever saw the body!”

       She dropped the files on the desk and left. . .