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- Herausgeber: Ryer Publishing
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
A Winnie Parsons Mystery Single.
High school academic star Selena Martez used to feel smart. But lately her dreams for a bright future are slipping away. Something is wrong. But none of the regular doctors can tell her what it is.
Dr. Winifred Parsons specializes in unusual cases just like Selena’s. Winnie Parsons is more than an expert in psychology. She is also clairvoyant.
As she unravels the mystery behind Selena’s illness, Winnie discovers a deeper and more sinister plot than any other investigator would have found.
Winnie has a gift for uncovering secrets. Will she expose this one in time?
Don’t miss the new full-length Winnie Parsons Mystery Novel, THE SECRET JUROR.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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THE GENIUS TRACK
A WINNIE PARSONS MYSTERY
ROBIN BRANDE
RYER PUBLISHING
THE GENIUS TRACK
A Winnie Parsons Mystery
By Robin Brande
Published by Ryer Publishing
www.ryerpublishing.com
Copyright 2025 by Robin Brande
www.robinbrande.com
Cover art by stock vector/Canva
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-952383-53-3
Print ISBN: 978-1-952383-54-0
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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
More from Robin Brande
Secret Code for Winnie Parsons Readers
A Mind for Mysteries
The Secret Juror
The Truth Chamber
The Miraculous Unknown
About the Author
Also by Robin Brande
1
Selena Martez scrunched down further into her crimson fleece hoodie and leaned against her mother while they waited for Dr. Parsons to answer the doorbell.
“It will be fine,” her mother said. Although Selena could tell from her voice that she wasn’t so sure, either. “If you don’t like her, we won’t stay.”
Selena nodded. She felt tired again this morning. Exhausted to the bone. Yet her nerves were buzzing now like bees inside her blood. She clenched her teeth together and tried to force herself to stop shaking.
She wanted to be here, but she didn’t. The whole thing sounded so weird.
But also, in a way, exciting.
If this were a TV show, she would watch it. But to be living it instead …
Selena and her mother stood in front of a solid-looking wooden door set within a high stucco wall that surrounded Dr. Parsons’s house. An old, branchy mesquite tree stretched tall and wide above them, shading the front entrance.
The houses in this neighborhood looked old, as old as some of the buildings at the University of Arizona a few blocks away. From what Selena’s mother said, a lot of professors lived in the area since they could walk to work.
Besides the big mesquite tree, there were lots of pretty desert flowers clumped all around the front walkway: white oleanders, pink Mexican primrose, red and purple salvia. All of them still held their blooms this late in November.
Selena always liked this time of year best—or at least she used to. By Thanksgiving, the heat of Tucson’s endless summer finally gave way to the desert’s version of fall. She could dress in thick, fluffy clothes, wear thick wool socks around the house. It was like living somewhere north for a few months, just like Selena always dreamed of doing.
And her birthday was in November, which used to feel special, too. She was seventeen now. Finally a senior at Desert Wells High School. On track to apply to the best universities on both coasts—Stanford, CalTech, Princeton—along with her own hometown University of Arizona.
If she lived long enough to do it.
For the past month Selena had felt like a full-time science experiment rather than a student. What tests hadn’t the doctors done? Blood work, brain scans, extensive neurological work-ups—while Selena had to work harder than ever to keep up with her classes.
A lot of seniors were over school by now. They felt like coasting. Taking as few classes as possible. Just getting through it so they could get on to college or work or whatever their dreams of adulting looked like.
Selena was taking a full load, plus.
