“That’s fourteen I’ve managed to uncover. They say that each human being has lived about twenty incarnations. But it’s the last one I’m telling you about. See, I died by violence. I was murdered.’ Detective Constable Susan Gay made a note on the yellow pad in front of her. When she looked down, she noticed that she had doodled an intricate pattern of curves and loops, a bit like Spaghetti Junction, during the few minutes she had been talking to Jerry Singer. She tried to keep the sceptic...ism out of her voice. ‘Ah-hah. And when was this, sir?’ ‘Nineteen sixty-six. July. That makes it exactly thirty-two years ago this week.’ ‘I see.’ Jerry Singer had given his age as thirty-one, which meant that he had been murdered a year before he was born. ‘How do you know it was nineteen sixty-six?’ Susan asked. Singer leaned forward.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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