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time, one choice at a time, you are breaking the chains of your past.”
    “So how do I get past my past and start living a normal life?”
    “There is a treatment,” he continued hesitantly. “It’s recovered-memory therapy. It’s controversial because it uses hypnosis and guided-imagery techniques. Hypnosis, if done correctly, is a great therapeutic tool. Rigorously controlled studies have shown that hypnosis reduces pain and can control blood pressure, but because we don’t fully understand how it works, most doctors are sceptical of its power. Hypnotic trance opens a window to the imagination, where we can glimpse how the mind differentiates between dreaming and reality. Imagination can alter perception, but consciously we’re not aware of it. Hypnosis breaks down that distinction, allowing the body and the mind to tap into hidden reserves of strength. There’s no doubt that hypnosis is a controversial treatment, but I believe that it can help you.”
    Faith raised her eyebrows. “I’m not sure. Hypnosis makes me think of mind control and loss of consciousness.”
    “The opposite is true,” said Dr Crowley. “Hypnosis induces an alert state in which the patient’s focus is heightened. If done correctly, it’s a powerful technique that can help a patient with smoking cessation, weight issues, and stress-related problems, to name but a few. Medical hypnosis is nothing like stage hypnosis. As a formal procedure, medical hypnosis takes training and experience. Both the British and American medical associations recognise it as a legitimate treatment.”
    “I’m not sure. How long will it take to get a result?” asked Faith.
    “If it’s going to work, it will be effective within a few sessions. What do you have to lose? There’s no need for pills or gadgets. All I need is your permission to let me guide you into a hypnotic state.”
    She rubbed her tired eyes and stared at the ceiling for divine inspiration.
    “Faith, you’re not alone.” Dr Crowley watched her thoughts flicker across her expressive face. “Remember, we are only as sick as out secrets.”
     
     

9
    “I’m melting,” said Detective Janet Byrne, as she fanned her flushed face with a CD case. “And I’m about to suffocate from the amount of cologne Plunkett’s wearing.”
    “I can go
au naturel
next time, if you prefer,” Plunkett retaliated, “maybe you prefer the smell of sweaty armpits.”
    Byrne rolled her eyes.
    “Now, now children,” said Faith, cranking down the window. “I’ve been meaning to get the air-con fixed for weeks. There’s always something going wrong with the old girl.” She patted the steering wheel of her Jeep affectionately.
    “Might be time for a trade-in, boss,” said Byrne.
    “I wouldn’t trade her for the world. She and I have history.”
    Byrne glanced at her quizzically.
    “She belonged to my grandmother,” Faith explained. “There’s plenty of life in her yet.”
    “If you say so.” Byrne stuck her head out the window, grateful for the breeze as they sped up the motorway towards Dublin.
    “Everything alright back there?” Faith eyed Detective Martin Plunkett in the rear-view mirror. He looked more like a male model than a murder detective with his coiffed hair and designer stubble.
    “I’m grand, just reading the morning headlines,” Plunkett replied, glancing up from his iPad.
    “Hoping they’ll solve the case for us?” teased Byrne.
    “If only it were that easy,” he grinned. “They’re just rehashing what little we  know.”
    “I hope our meeting with the family will shed more light on what happened,” said Faith. She stared out the windscreen, dreading confirming to Daniel Gleeson’s parents that their son and daughter-in-law were dead. Although she had spoken with bereaved families many times, delivering the devastating news to a loved-one didn’t get any easier.
    Three hours later, the green fields of the countryside faded into the distance behind them as