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While not usually a big deal, one overlooked email would haunt teacher Gilda Greco. Had she read it, former student Sarah McHenry might still be alive.
Suspecting foul play, Constable Leo Mulligan plays on Gilda’s guilt and persuades her to participate in a séance facilitated by one of Canada’s best-known psychics. Six former students also agree to participate. At first cooperative and willing, their camaraderie is short-lived as old grudges and rivalries emerge. The séance is a bust.
Determined to solve Sarah’s murder, Gilda launches her own investigation and uncovers shocking revelations that could put several lives—including her own—in danger. Can Gilda and the psychic solve this case before the killer strikes again?
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I had met Jim two years ago when I was considered the prime suspect in a series of murders. Even Carlo had his doubts as one dead blonde after another mysteriously appeared in a Dumpster near one of my favorite haunts. Each time, I lacked an alibi. At first hostile and uncooperative, Jim came around, and I hired him as a private investigator.
We developed an easy rapport that morphed into light banter. It helped that I had hired his daughter Mel as receptionist at ReCareering, where she was flourishing
Six months ago, I called Jim to help with a second set of murders. Without his diligent and persistent probing, I don’t think the case would have been solved as quickly. There was only one major obstacle. He and Carlo didn’t see eye-to-eye on many issues. At first, I had assumed my initial interference in the four murders had caused the rift. But I learned later that the two men had been on the outs since high school. Unbelievable how those high school scuffles can cut across the decades. Those of us who left Sudbury managed to put the past behind us, but those who remained hadn’t been able to escape their histories. The same could be said about my former students in Parry Sound.
Jim groaned. “It must be the usual. You’re chasing another ambulance. Where’d you find the body this time?”
He had my number, in more ways than one. “I didn’t chase this body.” I gave him a summary of the last twenty-four hours.
Jim whistled. “You sure don’t like it easy. With all your millions, you’d think this crap could somehow miss landing on you. But you do seem to attract it.” He chuckled. “Might be something to address with a therapist or maybe the psychic you’ve just met.”
“I didn’t just meet her. I got to know her and her parents very well during those seven months I taught in Parry Sound. They’re good people.” While I was also skeptical, I did feel the urge to defend her. She had been so sincere and so open. I couldn’t fathom the notion of Cassandra faking or putting on the airs of a psychic. It wasn’t in her nature to be deceitful.
“I’m sure they are,” Jim said. “But let’s face some facts here. Most psychics need to make a living. I don’t doubt this lady has some intuitive ability—as many women do—but I don’t think it’s enough to catch a murderer. The constable is grasping at straws. What did you say his name was?”
“Leo. Leo Mulligan.”
“Tall, dark-haired guy. Good-looking and a bit of a rascal.”
“He’s evolved.” I immediately regretted my response. Knowing Jim, he would pounce and tease me.
“And you’re interested,” Jim said, chuckling. “What does your boyfriend think about this cozy reunion you’re having?”
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