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No one has seen Antoine since he left to play European basketball a decade ago. It's disconcerting when he shows up claiming he needs to protect me from the "gray ones." I think he's a card short of a full deck.Lee and I are moving to Baltimore next month. I haven't found the right time to tell Mama and Daddy the exciting news. No, there's no ring yet. Still, I'm sure Lee has just been too busy to propose. Right? I need to clear out my caseload before leaving town. My clients are not being helpful. I'm running all over North Alabama searching for my client's scorned wife to stop her from offing the couple's dog. Dusty talks me into one more ghost hunt before I leave. I wouldn't have agreed, but we've been there before. Something about returning to the Imperial theater makes my blood chill. When the "gray ones" appear, I realize I may not live to see my moving day...

Grandpa Hirsch decides I need an intervention.A fact made particularly awkward since he died in Vietnam fifty years ago.Our paranormal team scoops an incredible story for the next book.>A local octogenarian is charged with the murder of her husband, and I'm assigned her defense.>Romance is in the air this holiday season for more than one Snow.I'm hoping someone special will meet me under the mistletoe ...

I have the perfect fairy costume to wear at Mama's annual Halloween open house party. If I can lose five pounds this week. Too bad my paranormal "gifts" don't include body sculpting.Mama always works her realtor magic, transforming the annual show home into a haunted mansion for the night. The early twentieth-century home she selected for this year's house doesn't need any help. There's already an oddity waiting in the upstairs bedroom.What I need in life is a position with a metropolitan law firm to begin my climb up the corporate ladder. What I get is a drink with Justin Lakes.I know! I swore off men until I get this cattywampus disaster I call my career fixed. Still, it doesn't hurt to talk to an attractive guy. Right?Howard assigns me to the defense of a terrorist who attempted to blow up the Guntersville Dam. Al-Qaeda? ISIS? No, it's the Freeman brothers. They are on opposite ends of the genius spectrum and night and day. The one thing they have in common? Undying loyalty to one another.While I can appreciate the sibling loyalty, their inability to grasp the gravity of their predicament is turning me into an old woman fast.What really irks me is my inability to use a mirror lately. It was irritating enough when the words "Help me" kept scrolling across the face of any mirror I use. But, the creepy blue-green face that keeps screaming at me? Well, that's just messed up.