Murder of the Obeah Man

When the owl hooted just outside her window Jeenya cringed. She knew what it meant. When she was a girl her Granny up in the Blue Mountains in Jamaica taught her the omens. This was a sign that someone was dying. It was probably MURDER.They found his body in the morning. Josiah Overman had been the richest the most important the most respected and loved man in Jamaica Lakes. He had built Jamaica Lakes. He was also their Obeah Man. No Jamaican would dare kill the Obeah Man. They all knew that his duppy (a vengeful ghost) would come after them torture them and perhaps kill them. It had to be a stranger.Jeenya Birdsong herbalist healer and spiritual advisor knew her old friend wasnt perfect but even with her knowledge of the people in this Jamaican community even with her ability to look people in the eye and know what they were thinking she still could not imagine why anyone would do this.Jeenya knew she would need to help the detectives find the killer. She remembered dreaming of being a detective but now she wasnt sure. Would she really be able to help? Her husband would worry thinking it was too dangerous. She worried about getting in the way or even making a total fool of herself.