My name is Rowan Gant, and it has been far too many days since I have heard the voices inside my head... No, I`m not insane-at least I hope I`m not. Actually, what I am is a Witch with a rare talent, even for Witches. I can hear the voices of the dead-murder victims, to be specific. Personally, I consider it less a talent and more a curse, especially given all the grief it brings me. But the cops think otherwise, which is why I find myself consulting for them on a regular basis. In fact, the running joke is that they should just go ahead and give me a badge. I sometimes fear they might make good on that threat. However, like I said, it has been a while since any dead people have so much as given me the time of day. I`ll be honest, even though I never really wanted them to talk to me in the first place, now that they have stopped it seems almost like a piece of me is missing-a big piece. As fate would have it, at the same time I`ve become persona non grata with the dead, it looks as if a serial killer is at work in the St. Louis area. The murders are pretty heinous, too, and that`s just the sort of thing that usually turns the rumbling chatter of the victims into a deafening roar and a blinding migraine for yours truly...but not this time, and I have no Earthly-or even unearthly-idea why. What I do know is the Major Case Squad could benefit from my help on this, but I`ve got nothing to give them. Nothing at all... Unfortunately, it seems that there is now someone else with my rare affliction instead of me. I never thought I`d hear myself say this, but I want my curse back...