Ty Callison for Kennebec7(#2)
I told you a bit of the story of Billy McCrae last time I was blogging about Kennebec7’s White Darkness picture. Then even some of my good friends here in Maricopa County called me up to tell me how confused they were.
Well, I confess myself to be a tad windy when I get going. I may be many things, but I’m not a writer. Kennebec7 said, “Give our readers a taste of what you do, Ty, but not too much, otherwise they won’t go to the movie we’re trying to make.” I suppose what I did in that first blog is give you a few little tidbits from a big ole smorgasbord.
So, let me back up and try again. I was a very average young man from Bluebell, Utah fighting a war in Vietnam, and feeling like I was at the wrong place at the right time. I married Phuong and she delivered Lily to me, and then the war took them away.
Something happened to me after that. Maybe I just died myself and didn’t know it. Didn’t lie down. A part of me just disappeared, and then I was reborn – in some sense a whole new man.
I could see dead people alive in another place. In time some of those dead people realized I could see them, so on occasion they even spoke to me. Not so you’d hear it through your ears, you understand. I wasn’t some fool walking the street conversing with thin air. Basically it came through in my head. I’d hear a fella and then I’d hear myself commenting inside my head. Like a conversation. Not so weird. We talk to ourselves inside our heads all the time. Didn’t happen every day, of course. That could get annoying.
There are folks that got it far more dramatic than me. I often reflect on my friend, Edson Viana, from Brazil. Edson got killed up here in Phoenix trying to help me with the Billy McCrae case. You say, what was a fella from Brazil doing up here in Arizona working on one of my homicide cases? Well last time I mentioned Carmen DaSilva, who I visit from time to time at one of our state mental facilities. Carmen killed a lot of people, you see, beautiful fashion model gal that she was, that’s because of Billy McCrae getting his hooks into her – from the inside – controlling her mind and all.
Carmen was from Brazil, just a 21 year-old gal, a fashion model doing a show in Scottsdale when Billy got hold of her. Carmen’s best friend was another model, name of Ana Lucia, and Ana Lucia was Edson’s niece. Long way of saying that’s how Edson ended up in Phoenix. He came to help out. Edson was a living, breathing psychic. Had a bookstore down in his town in Brazil, but you might say that was his day job.
He got killed up here trying to rescue his lovely teenage daughter, Marina, who came with him from Brazil because she also had some of her daddy’s special abilities. They kidnapped her to try to get us off the trail. Beth Ann from Kennebec told me not to go too far with this because it would be a ‘spoiler,’ I guess that’s what they call it when you tell too much.
I can’t tell my story in one gulp, you can see that, and still keep out those ‘spoilers,’ but Beth Ann says I got 3 of these blogs, just like Shirley over in Santa Fe, so she says next time I can tell you some more about Edson. Beth Ann and me are going to have a coffee and some donuts and tidy up what I’ll talk about next time.
So long,
Ty Callison
Mesa, Arizona
04/03/2010