My name is Darla Rowe… well, it used to be Darla Fenton before Wanda’s magic went haywire, and she managed to turn me back into a real, live, honest-to-goodness dame again. Once that happened, Lorcan let me borrow his last name, like the real sheik of a fella he is. Not only am I learning to be alive again, and one hundred years after the first time I tried my hand at it, but it’s looking like I gotta find me a job, so I can start earning some cabbage of my own. Life ain’t too ritzy when you’re on the nut, if you know what I mean… After medium, Bailey, sets me up with an interview with the big cheese of Spook Society, owing to my otherworldly connection to spooks; imagine my surprise when that hard-boiled bossman hires me right on the spot! But it quickly turns out this gig ain’t the duck’s quack I thought it was gonna be. Why? Because I’ve been hired to let some uptight, flat-tire of a copper named Cain Morgan possess me so he can finish working a case that got stalled when he got bumped off a year or so ago. As if that weren’t enough to ruin a broad’s day, guess what? There’s more. This case I gotta work with Cain; it’s a murder case—a double one. And that no good perp is still out there! I ain’t about to risk my second life (after the first one ended so tragic), but it’s looking like I also ain’t got much of a choice. Ya savvy?

I got me a date with Death… When Marty Zack shows up at my office at Spook Society, asking for my help, I dunno what to think. See, Marty and me… well, we’re at cross purposes when it comes to ghosties—I like to help the dead move on at their own speed, and Marty’s more like an uptight landlord kicking them to the curb. So, when Marty tells me the spooks of Haven Hollow have been disappearing for no good reason, and he needs my help to find out why, I gotta wonder what in the heck is going on. With the deceased Cain Morgan at my side (actually, it’s more fittin’ to say—he’s inside my head), we start investigating this perplexing case. And soon, I find myself at Death’s door—literally. Death has come to Haven Hollow, and it seems he’s gone sweet on yours truly!

Everything’s just going to pieces… I got me a real important job. Important because I need to make my boss, Mr. Howard, happy with me like yesterday. It’s no secret that Mr. Howard has never liked me, but if he fires me? Well, I’m sure that will mean the end of Cain Morgan’s ghost taking up residency inside my head. See, Cain shares my body all because he’s supposed to be helping Taliyah settle into her job as the new Chief of Police. And though Taliyah’s pretty well settled by now (by my way of thinking), no one’s said anything about moving Cain on to the other side. And I like him right where he is. So that’s why I’ve gotta make darn sure this next case I get put on is a slam dunk. I’ve been hired to bring Sophia Erepto’s dead granny back because the Erepto family is missing something real important to them—an idol. And I ain’t talkin’ American Idol on the tele. I’m talking about a little, gold statue—the owner of which will take over as the head of the family clan. Real important stuff. So when that idol goes missing and Granny ain’t talkin’, Darla’s got a real big problem on her hands…