Unspoken. The Language of Animals Book 1 What the Arabian Saw

This is excerpts from a sort story that I wrote. I am posting here for my friends and family to access. Thank you!

Unspoken. The Language of Animals
Book 1
What the Arabian Saw
This is a book of complete fiction. All the characters, places and circumstances are of the author’s imagination or used completely fictitiously. There is no reference to any persons living or dead (or otherwise).


They only call me out of shear desperation. Please, law enforcement has a terrible time when they call in a psychic. The skepticism runs wild, the press has a field day, the families of the victim are in complete shock and utter disbelief and you can count on smirks and eye rolling the minute you walk in the door. That would be a warm reception for me. Yes, you see I am psychic however I have a specialty. My specialty is witnesses to crime. Why would a crime witness need a psychic you may ask? My witnesses have no words, their language in unwritten and ancient. My witnesses rely on instinct and reaction for survival. My witnesses do not know color, do not read the time, and cannot tell you how tall or how much someone weighed. My witnesses are animals. Yes, you guessed it, I am a pet psychic. Did I just detect a little eye rolling?

Part One

The mail was building up in the box. Newspapers too. That was the first clue that something was wrong. The horses were running to the fence every time someone would show up, a very good indication that they were hungry. Finally the mail lady, who is known for being a little more than nosey, called the police or the sheriff as in this case.
As the officers unlatched and pulled through the gate nothing seemed to be out of place, although again the horses were whining and acting aggressive to each other.
The doors were unlocked, but that is common out in the rural areas. People feel if someone were to break in no one would hear them break a window as the properties are spread apart. Might as well leave the door open then have the windows smashed in and have to replace that too. Besides, most houses out here were armed, at the very least with a 12 gauge shotgun.

Inside the house everything seemed in its place. There was a coffee cup and a plate in the sink but everything else was as neat as a pin. Edgar was a great house keeper. Outside Edgar’s pickup truck was parked with the keys in it. He always left the keys in it so he wouldn’t lose them. Not even the most desperate carjacker would take Edgar’s truck. It was literally held together with bailing wire and duct tape.