My previous mysteries, Dead Shrinks Don’t Talk and Grave Expectations, featured an accidental detective and her sidekick -- her recently deceased mother, the ghost detective.
“Clunk!” Sounds like Marabella’s mother has arrived. “Am I in trouble again?” The details behind how her mother can make the ghostly journey is complicated, but her appearance seems to herald dire events. “No, it's Sam. Go check on Sam.” Sam, her seventy-year-old neighbor, had been a nice companion for Marabella’s mother before she got sick and in many ways a substitute father.
Not being a fan of paranormal plots, I was pleasantly surprised by this one! Marabella Vinegar–was there ever a girl blessed with a worse name?–has had “mother” issues for all her life and eight years of group therapy to overcome them.
