Spiritwalker

By Siobhan Corcoran

spiritwalker is a novel about a young private detective with a special ability. anna cotter can astral project. while in this out of body state she is able to move around freely. she can hear and see everything. no one is aware of her presence. anna has been hired by eva westhall to find her missing sister jane turner. the police have come to the conclusion that jane went away of her own freewill and are no longer seriously investigating the matter. eva believes otherwise and anna comes to her home near canterbury to investigate. Within hours of her arrival things begin to happen. sassy westhall, eva's young daughter is abducted. this abduction is foiled by anna, who while out of her body in spirit form, follows sassy and sees her being kidnapped. she returns to her body and alerts the westhalls. a car chase ensues and they eventually catch up with the kidnapper, he however escapes.
things hot up as anna travels to London to interview jane's friends and colleagues. sylvia cavendish a close friend of Jane's is subsequently found dead in her apartment and anna herself is attacked. the police are now beginning to sit up and take notice. the investigation is headed up by inspector morley of the canterbury police. he despite his better judgement begins to fall for anna cotter,then he discovers that she is a cousin of his brother-in-law. she confides in him her ability to astral project and after verification that she is indeed on the level, he reluctantly believes her.
richard kingston is the psycopath who has abducted jane. he believes that she loves him and he can't bear to be without her. he intends to kill anyone who gets in his way. he begins to realise that somehow anna has discovered his identity and he flees to France with jane, hidden in the back of his jeep. anna follows but crossing water is a major problem,she is unable to cross great expanses of water without dire consequences. she is unable to return to her physical body to alert anyone of jane's whereabouts. eventually anna is discovered but she is in a coma. when no one can wake her and she is taken to hospital. she eventually awakes but has lost her memory.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Siobhan Corcoran
• Release date: Mar 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310446399

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Chapter one

Jane was in her room changing, she had decided to go for a run. It was a warm sunny evening despite it being mid- September. The evenings were still bright and she was confident that she would be able to complete the five mile circuit before it got too dark. Changing into her black Lycra shorts and latest stay-dry running t-shirt, she pulled on her trainers, paused in front of the full length mirror studied her reflection with a critical eye, sucking in her tummy she examined her profile from both sides. Satisfied that what she saw was still in good shape, she headed down the stairs and closed the front door behind her. She was staying with her sister Eva for a few weeks. Eva was away in London on business, consulting with a new client who wanted a complete revamp of her newly acquired penthouse suite. Eva was an interior designer, a very good one if the rave reviews she got in the top interior designer magazines were anything to go by. She was highly sought after and was able to pick and choose her clients. Nowadays she only worked for those clients whose eccentric ideas were a challenge for her.

After completing her warm up exercises. Jane jogged down the long tree lined avenue, keyed in the code and waited for the gates to open. She turned right and jogged along the road. After a hundred yards she turned into a quiet country lane, it was rarely used by anyone except the occasional neighbour out walking their dog, or at the weekend’s students, or office workers who hadn't a chance at any other time of the week. Part of her usual circuit was a mile cross country through the woods. She loved this particular stretch, it was so peaceful and tranquil, the only sounds were those of the birds singing to each other from their lofty perches, crickets or grasshoppers that were only heard never seen. The occasional rabbit or squirrel darted away as she startled them into flight with the sound of her running feet. She pitied the people who couldn't seem to go for a walk or run without an iPod or other device piping loud music into their ears as they jogged along. They missed out on the amazing sounds of nature that echoed all around.

Almost an hour later Jane rounded the final bend that signalled the end of her run and collided headlong into a man who was standing in the middle of the lane. The light was fading and she hadn't been paying attention, lost in her own thoughts as she jogged along.

I'm so sorry She apologised breathlessly, hastily stepping back from the man, I was miles away

Not at all, my fault. He assured her. Jane, is that you? What a coincidence, I just pulled in up the lane to fix a flat. I never expected to run into you. It's great to see you

Jane looked at him startled, she hadn't recognized him at first, but that voice when he had called her by her name had sent a chill down her spine.

What are you doing here? She demanded, almost shouting at him. I told you to keep away from me, I will call the police if you don't leave me alone." She backed away from him nearly falling over on the rough terrain in her haste to escape.

It's okay Jane, I promise, I'm not stalking you. I didn’t know you were staying around here. I never expected you to run into me... Literally he joked, trying to put her at ease and taking a step closer.

Don't touch me Jane warned, flinching away from him.

She remembered the first time she had met him. It wasn't long after her split from her husband, her friends had been trying to encourage her to get out, to have some fun now that she was a single woman. She had finally relented. Her friend Jenny was hosting a benefit night in aid of the local homeless shelter and as she was one of the committee members, thought it would be a rude not to show her face. She had been there for a while mingling with the other guests, just beginning to wonder if it had been such a good idea to come at all, when Jenny brought him over, and introduced them. He was charming and handsome, not a lot younger then herself she guessed as she studied him...Okay she admitted it she was attracted to him and flattered by the attention. He had spent the best part of two hours talking only to her. Bringing her drinks and laughing and joking with her. A bit worse for wear later in the evening she agreed to allow him to drive her home. Out of politeness she had invited him in for a coffee, never expecting that he would take her up on the offer. As she went into the kitchen to boil the kettle, he followed her, grabbed her and began kissing her, then his hands were under her blouse probing her breasts, she told him to stop and when he didn't she slapped him hard across the face. In an instant he had turned from a charming gentleman to a madman, calling her a whore and a tease, then he was coming at her again. A loud voice calling to Jane from upstairs halted him. It was Molly, Jane's daughter, she was home from college for the weekend and had heard the noise from downstairs. The sound of Jane's daughter's voice brought him to his senses and he stormed out of the kitchen and slammed the front door behind him. Jane breathed a sigh of relief and called up to her daughter that everything was fine.

The following morning she received a phone call from him apologising for his behaviour the previous evening and asking if she would go on a date with him. She politely refused, wary after the night before. Since then he had contacted her every day, sometimes three of four times, always begging her to meet him, he didn't know what had come over him that night he said, but she always refused. Her life was complicated enough without anything else to worry about. Whenever she saw his number come up on her screen she pressed the busy key. Them he began to block his number this happened a few times until Jane finally decided to change her number. She didn't hear anything from him for a while, then he began to show up everywhere, he was at every party she attended, outside the supermarket when she went shopping, on the street outside the beautician's. Eventually she gave up going out socially. The last time she had seen him was in Canterbury when she had taken her niece shopping. That was the final straw, she approached him and told him that if he ever followed her again that she would call the police and get a restraining order. It had worked....Or so she thought ...Until now.

Terrified she tried to edge past him, to put some distance between herself and him. This angered him, he lunged at her and tried to grab her, she pulled out of his grasp and began to run, he followed catching up to her easily, he grabbed her from behind, pulled her to the ground and straggled her. Jane struggled furiously but it was no good he was too strong, finally he pinned both her arms over her head and holding them there with one hand, he reached into his pocket with his other hand and pulled out a handkerchief, he held it over her mouth and nose. Jane had no choice but to breathe in the sweet smelling odour. She began to lose consciousness as the fumes from whatever was on the handkerchief took hold of her. She felt herself sink deeper and deeper into blackness, until finally she ceased to struggle

Chapter two

Anna looked at the clock on the wall of her office, nine thirty. Mrs Westhall was late, perhaps she's not coming at all Anna thought as she stared out the large bay window at the soft drizzle falling. She was generally a good judge of character and Mrs Westhall had seemed eager to consult with her as soon as possible. It was more likely she was lost; a GPS is only so useful in remote country areas, and Anna lived a couple of miles from the nearest village, half way up the side of a mountain. Jamsie, one of her neighbours didn't help matters much either, he was in the habit of turning signposts in the wrong direction. Anna had scolded him on numerous occasions but his answer was, Sure it's only a bit of craic, sure if they’re out this far they must be lost anyway. He thought it was hilarious to see tourists driving around like headless chickens. With the rare exception, the only living creatures for miles around were sheep and you couldn't very well ask them for directions. Mobile phones weren't much better, you could only get one bar on the screen at the best of times. It didn't bother Anna much she had the land-line if she needed to make calls and she had Boozy her golden Labrador for company. When she was at home she liked the peace and quiet. She got enough excitement in her line of work as it was.

The sound of a car pulling into her drive crunching the small stones brought Anna back to reality. She hurried out to greet her visitor. The lady that emerged from the car was in her mid to late forties, smartly dressed in a brown cashmere sweater and brown wool trousers, she had on a single string pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings in her ears. She was smaller than Anna around five six she guessed, and her short blond hair was cut into a stylish bob. As Anna approached she noticed the flawless make-up and the subtle eye colour that enhanced the vivid blue of her eyes with just a hint of lip gloss on her lips. Obviously takes good care of herself Anna thought as she held out her hand in greeting.

Thank goodness you found me, I was beginning to worry in case you got lost in the wilderness. Anna said smiling at her guest.

Good morning Miss Cotter I presume. The lady said shaking Anna's hand warmly. As you've already guessed I'm Eva Westhall. I'm so sorry I'm late, I did get a bit lost, I had to ask for directions, luckily, that nice man down the road knew where you lived."

That must be Jamsie my neighbour. Don't worry Anna said, It wouldn't be the first time someone got lost up here, you're lucky he gave you the right directions, Jamsie's apt to send you further astray, he must have taken a shine to you. Please come inside out of the rain.

Anna showed Mrs Westhall into the office, there was a bright timber fire crackling in the grate of the mahogany fireplace, it gave of a warm homely glow.

What a beautiful home you have Miss Cotter, Eva said, looking appreciatively around the room. I love the way you have kept the original features, I'm an interior designer; it's lovely to see a home so lovingly restored.

Thank you, I'm still in the process of restoring it. It belonged to my Great-grandparents but got run down when they died, nobody lived in it for years until I bought it back a couple of years ago and decided to do it up. It's the first place I've ever lived that feels like a true home. Please do sit down. Anna said indicating to a comfortable arm chair beside the fire. Can I get you a cup of coffee or tea?

Coffee would be lovely, thanks. Just black, no sugar.

Anna left her guest and returned a couple of moments later with a tray, two coffee cups and a large pot of steaming coffee and a plate of home-made scones. She set it down on the coffee table and poured a cup and handed it to Mrs Westhall.

Please help yourself to a scone. Anna said drawing the little table closer. She sat down on the chair opposite. So Mrs Westhall, how can I help you? She was curious as to the reason Mrs Westhall had travelled all the way from England to seek her help, there must be plenty of competent private detectives across the water. She hadn't been told much over the phone except that it was urgent.

Oh please call me Eva. Mrs Westhall insisted. It’s my sister Jane, Jane Turner she's missing; I'm at my wits end. She was staying with me for a few weeks. Last Thursday week I went up to her room to call her, we were supposed to be going to London for the weekend, shopping and a bit of pampering at a spa. You see she had recently split up with her husband they had been married for over twenty years and she was taking it badly. I thought it would do her good. Only she wasn't in her room when I went to call her and her bed hadn't been slept in. At first I didn't think anything was wrong, that maybe she had gone for an early morning run or something, but when she didn't return I started to get worried. I rang her mobile, but it just rang out. I searched her room and as far as I could tell everything was still there, her passport was on the bedside locker, her bag was still on the chair with her purse and credit cards still in it. I couldn't tell if any clothes were missing. The only thing I couldn't find were her trainers and her phone.

Did you contact the police?

Yes, yes of course. The police were very concerned at first, they searched the woods and the surrounding area. They even dragged the lake. That was the worst bit, I could tell that they thought she might have harmed herself, it even crossed my mind. But nothing, no sign of her anywhere. They sent out appeals for information on the local TV and radio. But nothing, nobody has heard from her since.

What about her husband, has he heard from her?

I rang Ian, her husband, he was away on business in the States, he's in the music business and travels a lot but he hadn't heard anything from her. He's not much help, just thinks she's doing it for attention.

Does she have any other family or friends that she could have gone to?

To be honest I've tried everyone I could think of. She has two daughters, one in Scotland studying medicine, Samantha, she's twenty and Molly is nineteen she's studying to be an architect in London. They're both desperately worried about her, we all are.

Has she ever done anything like this before, gone off and not told anyone?

Well, apparently about six months ago when she and Ian first split up, she went off on her own to Spain. They have a villa out here. I didn't know at the time, I suppose she went out to get her head straight before she had to tell her daughters the bad news. Ian told me when I rang. Now the police think she's just gone off and will turn up eventually. But she can't have gone to Spain her passport is still in her room and all her money and cards. I just know something has happened to her. Eva's eyes welled up, her voice trembling as she tried to keep her emotions in check. Will you help me; I've run out of options. Please help.

Of course I'll help. Anna said gently. I’m sure we'll find her. Do you mind if I ask why you came all the way to Ireland for a private detective, I'm sure there are plenty in England that are very good?

I have a Good friend. Olivia Brown, she recommended you. She said you were the best psychic detective she ever met. The genuine article so to speak. I'm not exactly a believer in psychics but Olivia and I have been friends for years and she convinced me to give you a try. She told me how you found her grandson when everyone else was convinced he had been abducted that you pointed them in the right direction. How he had wandered away from home and fallen down an old well. She said it was just as well that you had been called in because the poor mite was in a bad way when he was rescued and might not have lasted another night. Olivia swears by your talents and she's nobody's fool. Eva said emphatically

I remember that little boy. That was an unusual case, apparently there had been reports of a strange man talking to children in the area the previous week, so everybody came to the conclusion that he must have taken him. It was my sister who rang me, she works with Olivia's daughter and thought I might be able to help. They were so desperate to find him I think if I had been a witch doctor they would have agreed. I must correct you there though, I'm not exactly a psychic, at least not in the sense most people understand. If you hire me you must understand that. I can't look into a crystal ball and magic her back. That's not how I work. Most of it is straight forward investigative work. Anna was quick to remind her visitor. I do have abilities that some might consider psychic, I suppose in a way they are a bit unusual.

Don't you worry, I'm under no illusions. I think I'm a bit like Olivia's daughter, I don't care how you do it so long as Jane is found and from what I've heard you're my best bet. Eva said.

If I'm to take this job, I just have two requests Anna said. Don't breathe a word to anyone about my being a psychic, firstly they would think I was crazy and then think you were worse for hiring someone like me, and if at all possible could you find me somewhere quiet that I can stay while I'm over there. I need somewhere that I can have total peace and not be disturbed. I tend to go into a trance like state when I'm doing the psychic thing, my sister says it looks like I'm in some sort of coma and the last thing I need is to scare the living daylights out of some hotel maid who might find me.

That’s no problem, you can stay with me, there's just my husband and I. Our daughter only comes home at the weekends. I do have a housekeeper and a cleaner but I will warn them not to disturb you.

That sounds great Anna agreed. I'll try and get a flight out first thing in the morning. When are you due back?

I'm flying home again this afternoon. Eva said. I must be home to collect my daughter, Sassy, she's fourteen, she comes home from school at the weekends. If I'm not there the house could be demolished by the time I get back. Our housekeeper Olana is great but Sassy runs rings around her. Eva handed her a business card with her address and phone numbers written on the back. Give me a call when you have your travel plans sorted. And thank you.

Chapter three

OBE out of body experience, astral projection, some call it spirit walking. That was the ability that Anna had. She had googled it some years ago and was amazed at the number of people who claimed to be able to do it. She had thought until then that she was some kind of freak. Maybe I am she thought, but at least it was nice to know that there were other freaks out there too. The first time it happened to her was just like it said on the web site, after a head injury or near death experience. She remembered the night of her near death experience vividly. She was seventeen and had been grounded for dossing school. Her boyfriend who was a year older than her had just passed his driving test he had called her and begged her to go for a drive with him to celebrate. She had sneaked out of the house and they had driven to a friend's house. There was a party on and in full swing when they got there, her boyfriend had started drinking and Anna began to get worried that if she didn't get home soon her parents would notice that she was missing, she demanded that he take her home. He refused and they had a blazing row, she left and started walking home. Her boyfriend followed her in his car and after some persuading she got in with him.

She wasn't sure how they had crashed, but the car had ended up leaving the road at a bend. She remembered her head smacking off the side window and it shattering, she could hear her boyfriend screaming as he tried to control the car, it had tumbled out of control for what seemed like an eternity, then nothing, she must have blacked out. The next thing she was aware of was being in a hospital ward, her parents and two sisters by her bed talking to her. Her mother was crying. It took her a moment to realise why everything seemed so strange. Not only was she was looking down on them, she was hovering over them. She was aware of everything that was going on, she could hear and see perfectly. She saw her body, it was lying in the bed, wires and tubes coming out of her mouth and arms. Then a doctor came in. He told her family that her brain scan results had come back normal and that there was a good chance that when she woke up that she would be fine. Her mother had asked him how long more she would be in a coma, he told her that he couldn't say for sure that her body needed to heal itself and that once that was done she should wake up. Any time now he had assured her family. She tried to talk to them to tell them that she was there and was fine but no matter how loud she had screamed or how much she had willed herself to re-enter her body she couldn't do it. Her family had gone home for the night and she was left there staring down at herself, wondering if she would ever be able to get back into her body and out of that bed again. The following morning her dad had come in early and sat down beside her, he was holding her hand and begging her to wake up. It was then that she began to feel herself being drawn back into her body like a magnet. Then all of a sudden she was no longer looking down at her father, she was struggling to open her eyelids and when she did she found that now he was now looking down at her. Her dad was crying as he called for the nurse and though her body ached all over she had never felt such exquisite happiness and relief to be re-united with her physical form.

Since that accident Anna had been able to enter her body and leave it whenever she liked. At first she had been cautious and not gone too far from her body in case she wasn't able to get back. After a while she realised that all she had to do was concentrate on returning to her body lying in her bed and in an instant she was back and eyes open looking up at the ceiling. Nobody had believed her at first, her parents had been very worried about her. They thought she was imagining it and had taken her to see a specialist, needless to say he didn't believe her and couldn't find anything wrong with her. Her sisters decided that she should prove these claims so they used to lock her into her room and go somewhere and she had to tell them where they were and what they were doing and saying. Once one of her sisters stayed in the room with her just in case she was escaping unknown to them. Eventually they had to believe her as they couldn't find any other explanation. Her parents too began to believe. She knew things that she otherwise wouldn't have known. Her mother warned her not to do it again and not to go broadcasting this ability, she was worried in case people would think her daughter was crazy. Anna eventually realised that her mother's fears were justified she didn't want people to think she was a freak. She could count on one hand the number of people that knew of her ability. Extremely intuitive was how her mother and sisters described her. In the past few years she had begun to use her abilities in the course of her work as a private detective. She was very good at finding missing people. Those she helped were convinced she was a psychic.

As Anna sat at her desk drinking a fresh cup of coffee, she set about booking a flight for London for the following day. Luckily Aer Lingus had a few remaining seats on their midday flight out of Cork airport and she promptly booked one and hired a car for a week, she didn't book a return flight as she wasn't sure how long she would be away. This done she decided to Google Jane Turner, curious what kind person she had been hired to find. Most of the hits included her husband Ian, he it seemed was a big fish in the music industry, he was the majority shareholder in one of the biggest record labels in Britain. There were lots of photos of him with various pop stars and actors, some she recognised some she didn't. Ian Turner was a very good-looking man, he was in his forties, he had a full head of dark hair receding slightly at the temples, he looked like he was in good shape. His wife Jane was in many of