Burt Emerson was stubborn, rude, and ungrateful, but he didn't deserve to die for it. Much, anyway. Burt Emerson was one of the most contrary people the gods ever stretched hide over. He had it all - a great wife, a nice house, a corner office in a building he owned - but he took it all for granted. And then he turned up dead amid some bizarre circumstances. He'd reported his wife missing while she was standing right beside him, and claimed his grandfather's watch had been stolen even though it was right there on his wrist. His partner said he wandered around the parking lot of their office building but never came inside. That's a little nuts even by our standards, so I decide to take a closer look. Why me? Because through an impressively confounded set of circumstances, I set a trunkful of cursed objects loose on the unwitting non-magicals in our town. Now I have to figure out which of the pieces in his collection killed him before somebody else dies and his wife goes to prison. Just another Tuesday in Mystic Beach.