Chapter 3: Ghost Whisperer
Morgue, Guy’s Hospital
It was two weeks later when Marco Evans, Levi, and Detective Davies stood in the morgue with confused looks on all their faces.
A John Doe was found in an alley dead without any form of identification.
Naked, fingers cut, teeth removed.
Yet, face completely intact.
With no way to identify the man, through dental records and fingerprint, Detective Davies called for Levi; maybe his ability of ’reading’ people, as what Marco claimed would come in handy.
To the stout sandy-haired man, Levi Jackson was more than your ordinary ’psychic’ as what most of his colleagues in CID would dub the slicked blond. His perceptiveness and attention to detail, his affinity for puzzles, innate sense of direction, advanced problem-solving skills, and relentless persistence made him a successful sleuth. And the blond had built a business from that.
However, without anything to go by on the corpse, Levi was baffled himself.
He had no way of reading the victim, no clothes, shoes, anything that could tell what or who he was.
The morgue door swung open suddenly, a voice singing loudly as she entered. The four grown men present exchanged curious and amused looks, waiting for the owner of the voice to be revealed. There entered Sam Gray, mouth open in the middle of bellowing another note. Eyes in evident shock, cheeks turning beet red immediately. She flashed them a sheepish grin after muttering a ’sorry’ and swiftly turning for escape.
"Sam" Dr Summers greeted fondly, and she halted mid-step, turned, and smiled at him, still embarrassed. "Sorry." She apologized again for disturbing the group.
Dr Summers leaned to Davies, "let me try something." And Davies just nodded slightly confused.