My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people. Over the last year, I have confronted criminals, solved murders, saved lives, had multiple brushes with death, looked into the eyes of a serial killer, and stared down the barrel of a gun. I thought I knew stress. I thought wrong. In all my life I have never experienced anything as stressful as the pickup zone at Trucker Middle School. There are kids everywhere, people are honking and cursing, and a mom in a minivan just flipped me the bird because I didn’t pull my car up fast enough. These parents would lay off the horn if they knew what was at stake. I'll bet none of them have a ghost sitting next to them, nor are they in charge of picking up the ghost's still living child. Yet here I am with Dr. Connie Batch. This morning, she blasted into my room, having just been killed by an unidentified man in a mask. She's afraid her husband and son could be next. Now it’s my job to find the killer and protect her family before anyone else dies—including me. Also, has anyone seen my cat?