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plane, some good and a lot bad. She explained this to her clients beforehand, which is why she was able to charge such large sums for her services.
        She had watched the comings and goings at her client Valerie’s house for three nights now and followed her husband Jonathan to work and to the Golf club. Obviously he had no idea he was being trailed by a ghostly super detective. Clara was about to give up and report the good news that all her clients husband was guilty of was the occasional bit of harmless flirting at the club.
        Then on the fourth day of tagging along, he got a call on his cell whilst at work. He worked as a branch manager at a city based computer software company. Clara tried to hear the words which were being said but in the astral world it’s very much like a dream state that you enter into and there will be times when what is before you will be as clear as day, and there will be times when it is like looking through pebbled glass. It was like this at the time she heard the call. Call it her sixth sense or call it intuition but she knew from his lifted mood after the call that it was relevant to the investigation. She decided to wake herself up and tune in again in a short while, hopefully she would get a better signal , as she liked to put it, and more often than not it worked. All she had to do to wake up was to see herself going back into her body in the armchair and then she was there. She would wake up with a jolt as if she had just landed from a short fall. She knew this was just the soul re-entering the physical body it inhabited.
        When she had re-charged her batteries with a little rest she rejoined Jonathan later just as he was finishing work for the day. She was right in her earlier predictions. This time she had a much better signal and it was just as if she were a passenger in his car. Everything was as clear as day. He drove to a nearby hotel in the city. He was obviously out to impress...as you entered the foyer the object that caught your attention before anything else was the great chandelier that hung from the ceiling. The hotel was six storeys high and the chandelier descended on a thick steel chain from the ceiling to within a few feet of the grand staircase that led up to the next floor. It was about eight feet in diameter and roughly five feet high.... the crystals that adorned it were a sight to behold, and yet it didn't seem to brighten the room as you would think as the carpets were of a dark blue mottled with spots of a lighter blue which was very unappealing to the eye. The grand staircase was probably forty steps high before you got to the first floor landing which led off in both directions. The banisters were a golden painted wood, which with the blue carpet and extravagant chandelier just added to the desperate attempt to be grandiose which had failed miserably Clara now thought after getting over her initial awe of the chandelier.    
        He passed under the great chandelier and booked himself in and then called Valerie from his cell whilst he was stood next to the reception desk, close enough that she could hear general chatter and phones ringing but not close enough that she could make out what was being said or work out where he was and told her he had to work late as there were clients coming in to see the big boss tomorrow and he had been asked to stay behind and make preparations. Clara knew now he was lying to Valerie at least.
        As he was stood at the bar of the residents’ lounge which was underneath the great staircase just past the bank of elevators, a tall slim blonde walked over to him as he stood at the bar and kissed him on the cheek as he squeezed her... Clara didn't know her name but recognised her to be the girl from the reception desk at his office. They had a few drinks and then retired to a room he had booked for them.
        She didn't see the point in following him up to the room; she was wise enough and old enough to