Autorentext

Michelle lives just outside Boston, Massachusetts, with her two young sons, Levi and Jett, and the ghost of her dog, Chloe, who she still shares popcorn with every night by tossing it on the floor in front of the TV-just like she used to do when Chloe was alive. Oddly enough, the popcorn lingers on the rug until Michelle picks it up because, well, in case you didn't know...ghosts don't eat popcorn. Michelle wrote her first book at age six, entitled "Jack and the Orange." A real page- turner. She read fifty-five novels by Dean Koontz in one year but doesn't have much time for reading anymore. She's too busy writing thrillers and raising two small monsters who are masquerading as human children. She hashes out the scenes of her books during long cross-country runs and somehow manages to find her way back home, which is a pretty amazing feat because she has no sense of direction. What. So. Ever.

Klappentext

Boston Homicide Detective Reid Sylver closes every case that comes her way. Her secret? She can talk to the dead. Reid's perfect record has earned her the freedom to work with the only partner she can tolerate: a scarred one-eyed mastiff called Mugshot. Then the new boss saddles her with rookie London Gold. How will she keep her gift a secret with this ambitious rookie underfoot? London Gold has dreamed of being a homicide detective since long before she became a cop. Now she has a chance to learn from the woman she's idolized for years. Breaking through the detective's tough shell won't be easy, but she's determined to learn the secret behind Reid's success. Both women are surprised by their chemistry as they work feverishly to find a tech-savvy killer who stalks his victims from afar. Just one problem: the killer's now stalking them.