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My name is Zoe Lane, and I see dead people.
Catching killers and solving murders for those who have passed away is sort of my thing. Is it fun? No. Have I almost died? Multiple times.
I'm not sure why I've been predestined to be a medium to the traumatically deceased but I have. I’m used to it by now. At least, I thought I was. Until this afternoon. A new spirit appeared to me, and this one is different. This one is personal.
This one is Mike. My boyfriend. Well, I mean, technically we're on a relationship pause, but we don't need to get into that right now. Mike isn’t totally dead, but he’s not totally alive either. He’s been attacked, but no one has located him yet. We have to find him before his attacker realizes the job's not finished yet.
It’s a race against time. A race I will win—or die trying.
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