DARKER THAN BLOOD: A Psychic Thriller Experience
A two-year investigation of the oldest online adult entertainment corporation in the world is over. Tired from the cross-country journey, but my energy rises as I get closer to my destination.
Instincts perk up.
Mid-size truck parked in the distance of the property seems out of place. The crime scene unit has come and gone. When a black SUV arrives, the officers begin to leave the scene in procession.
Made things easier. My presence tends to stir up a whirlwind of noisy energy from establishment types.
My name is Gaynell Debs. Claim to fame includes phenomenon people cannot grasp, so they deem my philosophy unscientific, even crazy. Yet, people are drawn to what I preach. Takes a lifetime, drawn through experience.
One stored snapshot squats in my brain. Sent me into panic fifteen years ago. No through line to alter my confusion. When ready, my memory will return, I am told.
Detachment from family, the first tribe a person knows, alters life forever. Mystery shrouds my work, my life, and the present.
This crime scene… Something is rubbing up against my intuitive antennae. What am I missing here? Nothing. It is the collision of my cases back east and the one I am staring at now.
The shadows and dark energy of horrific human acts tied to psychopathy are a maze. Institutional players dance around the obvious.
Timing matters. Not arbitrary clock time, but organic time meted out by the Universe.
Each new scene is another marker for what I have seen in the last city, in another state. The good news is I have no role as a cop. Bad news is, rarely do I see justice. There is always another person, another twisted motive and bent mind to take the place of the convicted monsters we lock away.
Nobody buries a body in a city.
