The Inheritor - Pg 46

   She had had to come to terms with the knowledge that she was psychic; but this was not the terrifying thing it had been when she saw Juanita García, bloody and violated, under a drainage ditch. It was the faintest whisper of sound, almost music. A benevolent presence; an old woman ready to die, struck down quickly by a stroke or heart attack at her beloved instrument. The very way a musician would wish to go, surely.