It was my sister’s idea to visit with a clairvoyant, to make contact with my late wife. She said it could ease the pain, help with the grieving process. All a load of nonsense of course, utter rubbish. A cheap scam to rob the vulnerable. Only an idiot would be taken in. But my sister went on and on until eventually, just to shut her up, I agreed. She made an appointment for one o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I was lying in bed earlier thinking it over. It will be an experience, I told myself, one of those things you see on TV but never watch first hand. Might even be a laugh I thought, and smiled to myself. Until a voice inside my head asked, ‘What if it is real? What if they make contact with Annie?’ I could not sleep after that. What if she told them what had really happened? What if she said that it wasn’t an accident? Would it be enough to get me arrested? I slipped out of bed and found the clairvoyant’s business card. I went to her address and strangled her as she slept. You can’t be too careful about these things.
