An attractive woman, smartly dressed in a dark blue jumper and black trousers, entered the library at exactly midnight. Their new client, Hannah Clark, was introduced by Abigail to Terry, Betty, Lillian, and Suzie, and she sat down opposite them in the library.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here, if I’m honest. I had never heard of you until yesterday. I just knew I had to come. But I’m hoping you can help me. I seem to be in a bit of a daze.”
“Can you tell us a bit about yourself before we start?”
“I’m thirty-three, married, with no kids, and I work part-time at Paxtons, the men’s outfitters in Gorebridge. My husband runs a building business. Why I’m dead, I have no idea. I think I must have fallen and hit my head, that’s about it.”
“Believe me, I know what you’re going through,” said
