When Ghosts Speak - Mary Ann Winkowski [61]
Jenny’s sister did as I told her and made sure that the coroner received enough tissue from the body to test for the presence of that particular toxin. Meanwhile the detective in Denver kept an eye on Connor and waited for the results.
Weeks later, she called me back to thank me for my help. The autopsy had come back listing cause of death as “suspicious.” With Jenny’s death now in the realm between natural causes and homicide, the detective was able to continue the investigation, focusing on Connor as a suspect.
Laura’s ghost did not cross over. I suspected that she was going to go back to see Jenny, so I told her that she could go to a funeral home to find the white Light. And then she and Jenny could both cross over. With Connor under investigation, Jenny’s sister was able to become the legal guardian of her nephew. She asked me to visit them at her home. Jenny’s ghost was with her son, and once I assured her that he was safely in the care of her family, she thanked me profusely for all I had done. I made the Light for her, and she crossed over.
When Talking to the Dead Can Be Dangerous
I’m never afraid of the dead, but talking to the ghost of a murder victim in the presence of the living can be unnerving. I’ve learned that ghosts have nothing to hide. They will tell me everything. This is not always true of the living. If I’m talking to murder victims who know exactly how they met their death, and at whose hands—well, I can find myself in some very precarious situations.
In one of my most frightening and unusual experiences, the information given to me by a ghost triggered a confession from the murderer who, at the time, was sitting in the room with me, the ghost’s widow, and other family members.
I’d had a strange feeling about this situation almost from the beginning. I had received a call from a woman who had been given my name by a counselor she’d been seeing following the death of her first husband and her subsequent remarriage. In our first phone call, she had told me about the unusual circumstances surrounding her first and second marriages.
To make a long story shorter, the woman—I’ll call her Ellen—had grown up with two very different guys as her best friends. The threesome, who referred to themselves as “the Three Musketeers,” had gone to high school together and remained close after graduation. Pete had always been studious, and he attended a local college. Alex, a handsome boy with a troublemaker’s reputation, became a plumber and continued his wild partying ways. Ellen became a beautician and found work in the town where she had grown up.
The three friends continued to hang out, but as time passed, Ellen and Alex decided that their attraction was more than friendship and planned to get married. “Pete told me he worried I was making a mistake,” Ellen said. “He said that Alex was always going to be a drinker and a ladies’ man and that he would break my heart. Pete was such a good friend, he always did watch out for me.”
But Ellen was in love with Alex, so she laid down the law, and Alex swore he’d stop drinking and flirting. They got married and Pete was the best man. They hadn’t been married more than six months when Ellen found out that Alex hadn’t exactly been keeping his word. She read him the riot act, and even Pete stepped in to tell Alex to start acting like a real husband.
“Alex straightened up again,” Ellen told me. “And we began to talk about raising a family.”
Not long after that, Alex was killed in a horrible car crash. He and Pete had been coming home from a baseball game. They’d been drinking all day, and although Pete said he tried to take the keys, Alex had insisted on driving. Pete was thrown clear of the car and somehow, miraculously,