Murder is not her department. ItΓÇÖs not like it used to be. Modern-day grim reapers wear business casual,not black cloaksand they donΓÇÖt carry scythesthey work for S. C. Y. T. H. E. (Secure CollectionYieldingand Transportation of Human Essences)where the Department of Natural Causes is the least exciting gig. And thatΓÇÖs how Kathy Valence likes it: boring and predictable. She has enough stress in her personal life; sheΓÇÖs mid-divorcepregnantand terrified she doesnΓÇÖt have what it takes to be a good mom. Thenshe goes to pick up a new client and finds his soul is missing. When she finally tracks down Conner Ortizhe angrily insists he was murderedand he refuses to move on until Kathy finds out why and by whom. Kathy has only forty-five days to solve the mystery before the boyΓÇÖs soul is doomed to roam the earth as a ghost forever. To do that sheΓÇÖll have to call on the help of her retired mentorher almost ex-husbandΓÇöandinconvenientlyConner himself. This is the wildest case of her career . . . and one wrong move could cost Kathy her jobnot to mention her life.