I think some people really have a gift, but lots of them are just faking it. It fascinates and scares me at the same time. With this story the author entered a world I am interested in too. So yes, Kim, it has been a few weeks, but am I glad to see you and your team again. When I grab one of these gems, like this one, someone might call me to say the roof has fallen down, I would tell them I would deal with that detail later on, after I finished my utterly captivating book. There are a lot of great books out there and then there are quite some amazing ones too. She looks around the audience with a feeling of utter dread, certain the killer is among them…

And this show stars the next name on the list.

Both Sandra and the call centre were named in an article about frauds. Just as Kim sits down at a local psychic show she discovers something that makes her blood run cold. Kim knows they are now racing against time to understand what triggered these attacks, and to stop a twisted killer.īut they might be too late. And when she learns that Sandra was banned from the church grounds and had been receiving death threats too, she’s ever more certain that Sandra’s gifts are at the heart of everything.īut just when she thinks she’s found a lead, the broken body of a nineteen-year-old boy is found outside a call centre – a single slash across his mouth just like Sandra’s. Kim realises she must dig deep and open her mind to every avenue if she’s going to stand a chance at solving this case. Was that why she was targeted? The last people to see her alive were a group of women who had a session with her the night before she was killed, and as Kim and her team pay them a visit, they soon learn each of the women is lying about why they wanted Sandra’s help… What could have caused such hate?Īs the team dig into Sandra’s life, they discover she believed she could communicate with the dead. When Detective Kim Stone rushes to the scene, the violence of the attack convinces her that this murder was deeply personal.

Late one evening, as the final church bell rings out, Sandra Deakin’s cold and lifeless body is found in the overgrown graveyard with multiple stab wounds. But her brown eyes stare unblinking up at the sky, and the final cut across her mouth is dark with blood. She almost looks like she could be resting on the soft green grass. The woman’s bright blonde hair floats in the breeze.

Dove and Sword by Nancy Garden