again, and Kendra explained (like I was slow in the head), “The man on trial for the murder of Bethany Sullivan. It’s been all over the news for the past four weeks.”
I shook my head. “Sorry. I’ve been out of the country. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
Kendra’s expression went back to desperate. “Oh,” she said, but then shook her head like she didn’t care. “That’s okay. I can give you a quick overview and you can just give me your opinion.”
I sighed. I really wanted to get back to my run, but Kendra wasn’t easily put off. “Fine,” I said. “What’s the case?”
Kendra grabbed her microphone and began to speak to me so rapidly that I had a hard time making out everything that she said. “Bethany Sullivan was a resident of Medford who, last September, while out jogging, was brutally murdered by a man wielding a knife. The police arrested her ex-boyfriend Daniel Foster, found walking erratically a half mile away from the crime scene, covered in the victim’s blood. He claimed that he was sleepwalking at the time and has no memory of the actual murder. His trial wrapped up yesterday, and the jury is now deliberating.”
I looked around. The courthouse was miles away from the lake, and I wondered why she’d chosen this spot and, quite frankly, someone like me to ask about what I thought of the trial. “I guess I could express an opinion,” I said. “But wouldn’t you have more luck finding someone who’d heard of the case closer to the courthouse?”
Kendra nodded. “Coming here was my producer’s idea,” she said.
“Why would he send you here?”
Kendra pointed to the ground next to us. “This is where Kendra was murdered. She was out running just like you when Daniel allegedly jumped out and stabbed her before slitting her throat.”
I felt goose pimples line my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up on end. And then I had the very strong sense that a spook was present.
Chapter 3
From the corner of my eye I saw a glimmer of movement and turned my head slightly. About fifteen yards away a small, round, wavy vortex showed up in midair. It looked a little like the shimmering air that comes off pavement on very hot days, but it was round and suspended about five feet off the ground. “She wasn’t murdered here,” I said, drawn to the energy like a bee to a flower.
“Yes, she . . . hey! Wait! Can I get your comment about the trial?”
But my focus was on the vortex, and I’d already opened up my sixth sense to the hovering energy. I could feel the young woman, sense her pain, and the urgency of her situation. Behind me, I could hear Kendra’s footfalls following me. I stopped when I’d reached the orb. “She was murdered here,” I said aloud, not caring if Kendra accepted that or not. “On this very spot.”
“You look weird,” Kendra said, eyeing me closely. “What’s happening?”
I ignored her and focused on Bethany.
Hi, Bethany,
I said in my mind.
I’m here to help you.
Why?
I heard her cry in response.
Whywhywhywhywhy?!!!
I closed my eyes and started to talk to her in the hopes that I might set her spirit at ease.
I’m so sorry that happened to you,
I began.
And I know you’re scared, and I know you don’t really understand what’s happened, but I’m willing to tell you if you want.
I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what happened next. Bethany sort of entered my energy, and she filled my senses with her last moments. They unfolded like an awful nightmare, and what I didn’t fully realize was that I was narrating the events as they happened in my mind. “She was running because she wanted to lose weight for her best friend’s wedding. She worked crazy hours at the law firm, and she didn’t get out that day until late. She was hungry and tired, but she figured if she could just get in a few miles, she could have a decent dinner for once, and a glass of wine. She had a special bottle of Zinfandel
I shook my head. “Sorry. I’ve been out of the country. I have no idea who you’re talking about.”
Kendra’s expression went back to desperate. “Oh,” she said, but then shook her head like she didn’t care. “That’s okay. I can give you a quick overview and you can just give me your opinion.”
I sighed. I really wanted to get back to my run, but Kendra wasn’t easily put off. “Fine,” I said. “What’s the case?”
Kendra grabbed her microphone and began to speak to me so rapidly that I had a hard time making out everything that she said. “Bethany Sullivan was a resident of Medford who, last September, while out jogging, was brutally murdered by a man wielding a knife. The police arrested her ex-boyfriend Daniel Foster, found walking erratically a half mile away from the crime scene, covered in the victim’s blood. He claimed that he was sleepwalking at the time and has no memory of the actual murder. His trial wrapped up yesterday, and the jury is now deliberating.”
I looked around. The courthouse was miles away from the lake, and I wondered why she’d chosen this spot and, quite frankly, someone like me to ask about what I thought of the trial. “I guess I could express an opinion,” I said. “But wouldn’t you have more luck finding someone who’d heard of the case closer to the courthouse?”
Kendra nodded. “Coming here was my producer’s idea,” she said.
“Why would he send you here?”
Kendra pointed to the ground next to us. “This is where Kendra was murdered. She was out running just like you when Daniel allegedly jumped out and stabbed her before slitting her throat.”
I felt goose pimples line my arms and the hair on the back of my neck stood up on end. And then I had the very strong sense that a spook was present.
Chapter 3
From the corner of my eye I saw a glimmer of movement and turned my head slightly. About fifteen yards away a small, round, wavy vortex showed up in midair. It looked a little like the shimmering air that comes off pavement on very hot days, but it was round and suspended about five feet off the ground. “She wasn’t murdered here,” I said, drawn to the energy like a bee to a flower.
“Yes, she . . . hey! Wait! Can I get your comment about the trial?”
But my focus was on the vortex, and I’d already opened up my sixth sense to the hovering energy. I could feel the young woman, sense her pain, and the urgency of her situation. Behind me, I could hear Kendra’s footfalls following me. I stopped when I’d reached the orb. “She was murdered here,” I said aloud, not caring if Kendra accepted that or not. “On this very spot.”
“You look weird,” Kendra said, eyeing me closely. “What’s happening?”
I ignored her and focused on Bethany.
Hi, Bethany,
I said in my mind.
I’m here to help you.
Why?
I heard her cry in response.
Whywhywhywhywhy?!!!
I closed my eyes and started to talk to her in the hopes that I might set her spirit at ease.
I’m so sorry that happened to you,
I began.
And I know you’re scared, and I know you don’t really understand what’s happened, but I’m willing to tell you if you want.
I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what happened next. Bethany sort of entered my energy, and she filled my senses with her last moments. They unfolded like an awful nightmare, and what I didn’t fully realize was that I was narrating the events as they happened in my mind. “She was running because she wanted to lose weight for her best friend’s wedding. She worked crazy hours at the law firm, and she didn’t get out that day until late. She was hungry and tired, but she figured if she could just get in a few miles, she could have a decent dinner for once, and a glass of wine. She had a special bottle of Zinfandel
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