Friends often say how lucky I am to have my gifts. They ask endless questions: Will it really rain on Tuesday or is the weatherman blowing smoke? Will the GOP or the DNC survive the midterms? Who will win at the Oscars? How about the Kentucky Derby? Which stock will be a breakaway?

My answers are and have always been the same: I have absolutely no idea. I am not a fortune teller, nor am I a psychic. I am a clairvoyant.

Many people misunderstand clairvoyance. So, let me clarify. I personally see things with more perception than the average individual. When I recall anything in the past, all my senses become hyperacute. I feel things with an intensity difficult to put into words. Suffice it to say my senses quite often feel under attack. When aspects of a future event or a recent happening carry on heated conversations within my mind, I find it difficult to ignore the message.

Ah, but some days are free of mind messages. No imagery. No screams of agony. No smell of death. Today is one of those days, gloriously peaceful. The mobile is silent, and I am able to create conversations with nature, art, music. . .and friends.

But alas, the phone will ring once again when my mobile is activated. “Help,” a voice will cry. A police department will state, “A criminal investigation is at an impasse. New eyes are needed.” Of course, I acquiesce. How can I walk away knowing an observation I make, a scent or a sound I sense can make a difference in finding an abducted child or a soul bent on destroying lives.

A positive ending is a reward, but not every ending can erase or forgive what preceded it. And my knowing an ending does not mean I can change it. Those are the endings that linger in my mind.

When Mac asked for my help with the murder investigation of a Real Estate agent in Los Angeles, I knew immediately there were, and would be, others. I could not refuse.

I visited the murder scene. It was not a pleasant experience: lipstick red shapes exploded in my mind like flash bulbs from an army of photographers, startling cries underscored pain, repeatedly, and the smell of death grew as retreating footsteps echoed. “The killer’s?” I asked myself. On that day my mind bristled with images and sounds until they began to tell me a story, one I could share with Mac and his partner.

Ahh, but today is a day free of mind messages. A gloriously peaceful day.
Tomorrow? That is for another crime scene.


You can read more about Peter in For Sale Murder, the first book in the NEW “Peter Dumas” mystery series.

Peter Dumas, a bon vivant clairvoyant with uncanny insights and revelations, lights up the Chicago and L.A. teams investigating a series of Realtor (R) murders. Police detectives led by an ex-NFL linebacker and a former attorney accept Peter’s gifts, and together they uncover eight brutal killings in real life situations in the Midwest and West Coast. Posed, movie-like scenes and the scent of Boucheron tie the murders to one chameleon killer. Solid police work with Peter’s help reveals how vulnerable one can be when selling a home. The ending? A surprise.

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Meet the author
L.C. Blackwell enjoyed a 25+ year career writing print and TV/radio commercials for nationally branded clients at 4-A agencies including Leo Burnett, Foote, Cone and Belding, Grey Advertising, and Campbell Mithun. Additionally, Blackwell has authored rwo children’s books; wrote and produced a national beauty series for Hispanic radio, a bull-riding special for Telemundo and an ABC affiliate, lifestyle TV pilot segments along with Film and TV treatments for Children’s programming.

Current projects include the second book in the Peter Dumas series.

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