Legacy of the Bluffs
by Loretta Marion
Mystery
Date Published: 10-22-2026
Publisher: Time At Last Books (Indie)
A suspicious death rattles a quaint Cape Cod seaside village and the
discovery of a long-buried secret leaves a prominent local family questioning
their legacy.
Cassie Mitchell is juggling the responsibilities of new motherhood and the
drama surrounding her sister’s return to Whale Rock while welcoming
another tenant to the carriage house. Adding to her worries are the recently
discovered letters revealing a stunning confession. Could one of her seven
baby brothers, who supposedly died at childbirth, have survived?
Cassie begins unraveling this new family mystery with guidance from the
ever-present spirits of her ancestors, the original residents of The Bluffs.
However, the fog of pregnancy brain is impeding her deciphering of their
messages.
Cassie’s husband, former FBI agent Daniel Benjamin, surprises her with
an au pair to help with the baby. But there’s something unnerving about
Abbigail Grant, and soon after her arrival, the community is shaken when a
body is found sprawled on the rocks near The Bluffs. With the case ruled a
homicide, Cassie becomes entangled in the investigation and butting heads with
Chief Brooks Kincaid, who is under pressure to solve the case before tourist
season begins. A prominent politician appears on the scene, with questions
arising over his connection to the victim. And why has the mysterious new
owner of the Red Herring estate been nosing around suspiciously?
Can this murder be solved in time to save the summer season? Will Cassie
determine if her brother survived? And if he did, will it be a blessing or
another curse on the Mitchell family?
“LEGACY OF THE BLUFFS…a story about murder, family secrets,
and the complicated inheritance passed from one generation to the
next.”—Literary Global 5 STAR GOLD BOOK AWARD
Excerpt:
BEFORE…
Well-honed skills were serving her splendidly today, though even she was amazed by how easy it had been to slip into the exclusive memory care facility unnoticed. It wasn’t until she reached the door to the patient’s room that someone stopped her.
“Are you one of the temps?” A tired looking middle-aged woman in periwinkle nursing scrubs approached.
She turned and smiled, waving a lanyard ID from a private staffing company.
“I’ve been employed by the family for some extra help with Ms. French.” She peered at the woman’s badge, Kathy Williams, Nurse Manager, hoping her luck was not running out.
The nurse’s lips turned down. In suspicion or worry? It was difficult to tell.
“I have my paperwork somewhere in here.” She began to dig through her tote bag.
“We are in the midst of a staffing shortage, and some residents’ families are growing impatient.”
Worry.
“I’m sure the family understands, Kathy.” She smiled encouragingly, familiarly using the nurse’s first name though she’d yet to be introduced.
“I hope you’re right. We can’t afford any bad press right now.” The nurse manager rubbed at the tension lines on her forehead.
She nodded sympathetically. Having done the research, she was aware that the care facility had recently come under scrutiny by the state department of health and human services for staffing complaints.
“We prefer to schedule an orientation with the private pay staff to familiarize you with our rules and regulations.” The nurse’s lips puckered to one side. “I’m not sure why we weren’t notified.”
“Maybe it fell through the cracks?” Planting the seed of doubt, she then added, “I can check with the family about delaying my start date.”
Nurse Kathy mulled this over while ignoring a beeping phone. She shook her head and said, “It’s probably a blessing you’re here today. With additional staff shortages, it will be a tremendous help. Mrs. French is a lovely woman with borderline Stage Four to Stage Five dementia. But you’ve probably been updated by the family.”
“Indeed.”
Finally, the nurse checked her text message with a deepening frown.
“I’ve got an emergency on another unit.” She rushed down the hallway, calling out over her shoulder, “Check with the unit nurse if you have any problems. And leave your paperwork at the admin office.”
“Will do,” she called back, though knowing she’d be gone long before anyone could begin to ask questions about the private nurse who showed up unannounced.
She slipped into the patient’s room where she found a tidily dressed lady sitting at the window watching the hummingbird feeder.
“Good morning, Mrs. French,” she brightly greeted the woman, who turned and smiled.
“Is it time for my meds?”
“Not yet. But I do have a present for you.” She reached into her bag and produced a bakery box. She’d read that certain familiar foods could trigger a dementia patient to lucidity. “I hear Joe Froggers are your favorite cookies.”
“Oh yes!” The older woman clapped her hands with delight. “How did you know?”
“I’m a friend of your son’s.”
“You are? Did he send these?” She was eagerly removing the cord from the box and didn’t wait for an answer. “When I was young, my family always stopped at a Marblehead bakery for these on the way to the coast.”
She bit into a cookie; her eyes closed to savor the pleasure. She then said in a small, sad voice, “It seems so long since he’s visited.”
“Your son?”
Mrs. French considered this while sampling a second bite of cookie. “Always busy. Always on the move.”
“He sends his love.” A small lie couldn’t hurt.
“That boy was delivered by an angel.” The aged eyes brightened.
“Not the stork?” A joke for which there was an unexpected reward.
“Oh no. We couldn’t.” Mrs. French shook her head then finished the cookie and delicately dusted the crumbs from her fingers.
“Was your son an infant when you adopted him?” A hazarded guess.
“It was never official,” she said in a hushed tone.
The hair on her neck tingled at the possibility of unearthing a secret, but the older woman gave her a suspicious look.
“Are you my new nurse?”
“I’m a friend of your son’s and you were just telling me about his adoption.”
“Was I?” She stared vacantly at the ceiling for several seconds before finally saying, “It was providence that brought that special boy to us.”
“He’s grown into a fine man, no doubt from his upbringing.”
The old woman nodded dreamily before turning deadly serious. What followed was a trance-like recounting of an incredible tale that could hold the key to some long-locked doors, but one that also could have been fabricated by a confused mind. The narration ended suddenly with Mrs. French shaking free of her fugue of revelation, blinking hard, and gazing about the room as if trying to determine where she was.
Realizing she wasn’t alone, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously to ask, “Did Helen Pratt send you?”
“No, I don’t know anyone by that name.” Pointing to the box, she said, “I brought you the cookies.”
“Helen promised.” It was a whisper but then she became agitated and reached over to grab the visitor’s arm. With panic in her eyes, she declared fiercely, “You remind Helen Pratt of her promise.”
“Of course.” Her tone soothing as she gently patted Mrs. French’s hand while making a mental note of the name. “We were just chatting about your son.”
A tear slowly slid down the woman’s papery thin cheek before she turned to study the hummingbirds again. “Is it time for my meds?”
Slipping out of the care facility as surreptitiously as having entered, not only did she now have a recording of everything Mrs. French had revealed, but she’d also managed a quick lookback through the visitors’ log which exposed some unexpected details. She was exhilarated by the first interesting discoveries she’d made since accepting the assignment and was left salivating for more details. She couldn’t wait to start digging deeper.
Feeling buoyed by a not so small triumph, she strode easily to her car, smiling broadly while passing a service van idling in a handicap spot. Confidence had knocked her off her game, leaving her oblivious to being in the crosshairs of someone else’s sharp focus.
About the Author
An award-winning author of fiction, Loretta Marion’s writing bridges the
genres of mystery, suspense and women’s fiction, always with hints of
romance and humor, sometimes delving into the psychological and paranormal.
She creates strong but flawed characters as appealing as the rich atmospheric
settings in which the stories take place.
A true bibliophile, she has loved reading and creating with words since she
was a young girl. That affection for the written word followed her like a
shadow throughout her life, but her passion for writing fiction evolved from
the unlikely world of hospice. As a volunteer, she established a Legacy Story
program to honor and preserve the rich heritage of the fascinating people who
were soon to leave this world. The meaningful experience inspired her to
create her own interesting characters and stories.
Though born and raised in the Midwest, Loretta fell in love with New England
and has made it the setting for much of her writing. When not whipping out
words on her laptop, she is traveling, enjoying outdoor pursuits, or is curled
up with a delicious new book.
Loretta lives in Rhode Island with her husband, Geoffrey, and their devoted
Mr. Micawber, a sweet and amusing German Shepherd Corgi cross
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