Lady Justice and the Sixth Sense

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                A ten-year-old boy has a bike accident and suffers a concussion. A neural connection is made that gives him the ability to have insight into future events.

    This young boy, with his new sixth sense, joins forces with Walt to exonerate a man who has been unjustly accused of murder, and thwart a plot to assassinate the President of the United States.

                 Once again Lady Justice prevails, this time thanks to the unlikely collaboration of a young savant and a seventy-four-year-old private investigator.

PROLOGUE

    For ten-year-old Marty Singer, it was just another lazy summer day.

    The sun was shining, the sky was blue with just a few puffy clouds skittering across the sky, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the big old oak in his front yard.

    The new school year was still a month and a half away and Marty was determined to make the most of his summer vacation.

    He lived alone with his dad in one of the older, established neighborhoods in south Kansas City. His mom had passed away a year earlier after a long bout with cancer.

    “Dad, I’m going for a bike ride,” he yelled down the steps to his father, Joshua, who was working on a project in the basement.

    “Okay,” his dad called back, “but stay on our street, wear your helmet, and be back no later than eleven-thirty for lunch.”

    “Dad!” he protested. “Do I have to wear that stupid helmet? It’s hot and it looks dumb. Billy doesn’t have to wear one when he rides.”

    “I don’t care what Billy does or doesn’t do. He’s not my son. You are, and if you want to ride, you’ll wear the helmet. Comprende?”

    “Yeah, I understand,” Marty grumbled, strapping on the headgear. “See you at lunch.”

    Marty wheeled his shiny red Schwinn out of the garage, closed the door, raised the kick stand, and climbed on.

    Marty loved to ride and feel the wind in his face. He peddled furiously, shifting from first gear to second, then to third, and in just a few moments, he was moving swiftly down the tree-lined street.

    He waved at Mrs. Jenkins who was watering the flowers on her front porch, and to old man Westbrook who had hobbled onto the driveway to pick up his morning paper.

    He was almost to the end of his block when a grey squirrel darted into the street. A moment later, he saw what had startled the squirrel. Vince Greenway’s German Shepherd was hot on his trail. The Shepherd was so focused on his quarry, he didn’t see Marty barreling down the street.

    Marty saw, but it was too late. He squeezed his handbrakes with all his might, and had just started into a slide when he struck the big dog.

    Marty flew over the handlebars, and for an instant he was suspended in midair and had the strangest feeling he was flying. The euphoric feeling disappeared as he saw the black asphalt pulling him down.

    The helmet struck the street first. Marty felt the impact, then everything went dark.

    The squirrel scampered safely up a tree, never knowing how he had changed the life of the small boy laying crumpled in the street.