How can any self-respecting, slightly clumsy, highly caffeinated private eye pass up a dare? Short answer, she can’t. Now up I’m a certain creek trying to figure out how to live without coffee for an entire week! With my mood sour, my temper frazzled, and my patience long gone, how am I meant to deal with this? And by this, I mean the dead body on my front lawn. Before I can say double espresso, I've got a ghost whose transition to the afterlife is far from smooth, an overweight cat who is annoyingly vocal about his new (definitely called for) diet, and a mystery to solve that involves multiple visits to the local brewery. Can anyone say silver lining?