Nancy Myer

Nancy Myer

Nancy Myer

Police have consulted with psychic Nancy Myer on more than 300 criminal cases.

Nancy Myer is a psychic who has been working with police around the country for decades. According to Nancy, she’s consulted on more than 300 criminal investigations and has turned up critical clues more than 80% of the time:

“It’s like the ultimate challenge, because most of my cases are murders. Only two people know what happened, the victim and the killer. The only way to find out is telepathy.”

Irvin B. Smith, a retired colonel with the Delaware State Police, says Nancy has more than proved herself to him. He considers her ability a vital crime solving tool:  

“When you find someone like her, then you have yourself a tool. It’s not going to solve your crimes, in a lot of cases, but it’s gonna give you that extra bit of information where your investigators have the opportunity of going out and continuing the case.” 

Nancy’s first major case came when Wilmington, Delaware, Police Detective Leroy H. Landon enlisted her help in tracking down a rapist. According to Det. Landon:

“I didn’t really have any faith at all in psychics or whatever. We had never used one, and I had never considered using one. But the victims in this case were hesitant about making an identification of the rapist by looking at pictures, so we were stuck.”

Det. Jay Ingraham was Leroy Landon’s partner:

“Most people in the department were very skeptical of the psychic to the point of it being a joke. ‘There goes poor Leroy Landon off with his psychic,’ and, you know, ‘He must be getting old…’    

The detectives gave Nancy no specific details about the rapes. At the home of the first victim, she met with the woman and was able to improve upon the woman’s own sketch of the rapist. Nancy explains how her visions come to her:

“When we were leaving, she reached out and grabbed my hand and forearm with her hands. All this stuff came pouring into my head, and all of a sudden, I was getting much clearer pictures. It’s like trying to watch a car and get the license number when it’s traveling at an excessive speed. It’s very hard to do that. And you have to sort of let all the information flow through, and then try to slow it down and rerun it. And then I could see one image of him sleeping, so I could really study his features. Interspersed with it was this uniform, and I could see a number, but it was faded, and I could see an emblem, but it was faded.  And it looked like a work suit, and he had these clod-hoppery black shoes and white socks.”

After the meeting, Nancy suddenly went into a trance-like state, and took off down the street. According to Det. Landon, the same thing happened after Nancy met each rape victim:

“We would be out on a canvass on foot, and when she would go into her trance or whatever you want to call it, you would have to watch her. She definitely didn’t pay attention to what she was doing, because she’d walk right out in the street.”

Nancy always ended up at the same street corner, in a residential area near downtown Wilmington: 

“So then, they asked, ‘Well, which house? Give me the house number! We don’t want a little bit, we want more.’ And I said, ‘Well, I gave you the street, what do you want?” They said, ‘The house number would be real nice.’ And I just refused to go up the street. And they really pestered me, but they both knew me well enough to know that I wasn’t budging. I sort of was afraid he might walk out the door of the house and there I’d be nose to nose with him and I didn’t want that to happen.”

Nancy went with one victim to the actual spot where the rape had occurred. She instinctively focused on the telephone and asked if the rapist had

Nancy came up with some new clues

Nancy came up with some new clues

used it. Nancy’s hunch jogged the victim’s memory. The rapist had indeed used the phone, and, more importantly, the yellow pages. Det. Landon:

“We took the phone book, naturally, and sent it down to the FBI in Washington laboratory and we did get a couple fingerprints.”

But without a suspect, the fingerprints were useless. As the investigation progressed, Nancy found herself drawn back to the same street corner time after time.  Half a block down Shallcross Avenue, Nancy stopped dead in her tracks. According to Det. Landon,
she identified a building that the rapist had come and gone from:

“By that time, I wasn’t so skeptical anymore. Of course, my partner, he still thinks I’m nuts for fooling with her, but that’s beside the point. So I had a little faith in her. So whatever she more or less said, I would definitely try to do something about and make something out of it. I guess I was converted. I was a believer.” 

When the detectives questioned the owner of the building, Det. Landon finally got what he needed to close the case:

“He gave me the name of the applicants for the apartment that was being refurbished.
One man’s name I recognized from a previous case. So, I called the jail, and I find out that he’s on this work furlough release program or something, and that he’s out every day looking for a job. The man’s prison uniform matched Nancy’s vision, which was a navy blue work shirt, a serial-number-patch on the breast pocket, black shoes, and white socks. And, most importantly, his fingerprints matched the prints lifted from the yellow pages.  In the end, the suspect was identified by six of his victims. He was eventually convicted and sentenced to a total of 150 years in prison.”

In the winter of 1993, the Brooksville, Florida, Sheriff’s Department was investigating a difficult murder case. On February 19, a 12 year-old girl named Jennifer Odom had gotten off her school bus just 200 yards from her home, then vanished. For nearly a week, hundreds of friends and neighbors searched the woods. Finally, Jennifer’s body was found, six days after she disappeared. She had been viciously murdered.

Sixteen months later, Nancy Myer was brought in to work with local detectives. The crime scene photographs in the case were classified, so Nancy was not allowed to see them. With the photographs turned face down on the table, Nancy was able to visualize not one, but two killers, in detail:

“I want to say almost wiry looking in the arms. His arms are not like powerful in the sense of muscle building, but powerful in the sense of someone who works and lifts or has lifted heavy things.”

The next day, Nancy visited the scene of the abduction:  Jennifer’s school bus stop. Nancy pointed out where the killers had stopped and told how they asked young Jennifer for directions. The detectives listened, but did not comment.  Nancy Myer:

“It’s like being in a movie in my head, and I stand beside the victim and I try to describe everything that I’m seeing as it unfolds. And a lot of times that’s really helpful to the police officers because sometimes they have odd pieces of evidence at the scene that they don’t understand the significance of, and when I describe this sequence of events, it sometimes makes sense out of odd little pieces that they couldn’t make any sense out of.”

The spot where Jennifer’s body was found is marked by flowers and a cross. Nancy asked if they had found some small metal jewelry belonging to the girl in an area nearby. According to homicide Detective Carlos Douglas of the Hernando County Sheriff’s Office, they had:

“She was extremely accurate on some things that led us to look in other areas that we hadn’t thought of, so we obtained a lot of information from what she had to offer.”

Det Rodney J. Bishop was also on scene with Nancy:

“I was impressed with Nancy. Some things she said were so darn accurate, it’s scary.”

Nancy also talked about seeing a carrying case, with lettering on it. The sheriff’s department has since revealed that Jennifer Odom had her cousin’s clarinet case with her when she was abducted. It had the letters “L.O.” on it. Two years later, the case was found, along with Jennifer’s book bag. The FBI lifted prints from the bag, but have not been able to match them to a suspect. 

Nancy believes there are two killers. Both are mechanics and both are muscular. They work as a team. One of the men may be a smoker with a bad cough.