I’m a useless auxiliary police officer who was demoted. Everyone at the station laughs that I must have hit my head.
That was until a woman’s body in red was found at the old house in the east of town.
I only had to glance at it to know who the killer was.
Not because I know criminal investigation.
The moment I touched the victim, I saw the final second of her life:
a faceless woman had her by the throat.
My colleagues thought I was just taking a wild guess.
But when they uncovered the truth, they realized I’d even “guessed” the killer’s shoe size correctly.
No one knows I can communicate with spirits.
And no one knows I’ve spent three years pretending to be crazy and stupid, just waiting for this day
to find the person who framed my master all those years ago.
Now he’s come right to me.
