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The real whirlpool, whose little, eddying piglet had just about drowned o Shit

I swaure out how the hell I was going to get out there But it was iet any closer Nevertheless, the body was doing an obscene dance, caught as it was in the whirlpool’s currents I couldn’t leave it like that It had been a person up until quite recently and probably a person I knew Panic rose, and I toldwater Think, Jane

But nothing was coet any closer than I was, and watching as the body was sucked under the waves and then forced back up to the surface made my anxiety and fear all theinside of ht up in the whirlpool was like watching a video recording of that other horrible night But I closed offcould et er I was totally pissed off What the hell was another body doing in my whirlpool? How many tihtning and avoid striking the saritted my teeth and willedspeck at thecurrents circling the whirlpool’s epicenter, but shepower for it seeer and looser Of course it is, I thought, honing in on er to help keep my fear at bay I am Jane True: corpse whisperer

The body was definitely co, but her internal coilouthat she once drew near

Co er to etting closer, but one of the piglets had it now In my frustration I nearly screamed I could now see the body was that of a nized hiht, before turning o!" I shouted, even though my voice didn’t make a dent in the cacophony created by the stor ocean

But as if it had heardThe man was finally free of the Sow, and a helpful current was carrying it straight towardcorpse but also because of the uncanny reseht You will not think about that! I thought, shutting that door in my mind before it could fully open

Besides, here in the present, the unknown body was nearly at arth--

Gotcha!

I now had hold of the corpse, and I started towing it to shore The sea was rough and it was a long swiet me and my heavy burden back to land But I was nowhere near as exhausted as I’d been that other night, so the sent quickly and soon I was close enough to the shore that I’d have to stop swio of the body Whoever he was, he was fully clothed and getting ood enough look at his face; the sea was too rough for ed to haulmy burden onto the public beach I collapsed next to it, trying to gethi a bad case of the heebie-jeebies As the adrenaline faded, and with the struggle to get the body onshore over, I was now conte a corpse

I had to touch hi to see who the hell it was

The body was facedown in the sand When I went to turn hie rose

There was a big flap of scalp hanging off the back of his head, showing an expanse of very white skull that was obviously smashed The sea water had washed away the blood, but that ot such a stark reminder that underneath our own fleshy little faces was one of those leering white skeletons that syht I saw a little bit of brain peeping out from a particularly bad crack, which really made me want to puke

I sat down heavily, ht the waves of nausea batteringThere weren’t any rocky outcroppings around the Old Sohich he could have bashed his head like that I felt a flash of relief: Whoever had died here tonight, it wasn’t uy any less dead, but I couldn’t help but feel relief

Then the penny dropped: Bodies with bashed-in heads didn’t walk themselves down to the beach

He’d beento have to touch hiain to turn him over

So I did what any brave warrior would do when confronted with an awful task: I squeezed my eyes shut and squealed, "E, e," as I groped for where I knew the cadaver’s arth to propel him sunny-side up as quickly as possible