Whoever said that ghosts exist must be out of their mind.
Oh, wait.
That was me.
I said that.
If you'd told me yesterday that ghosts were real I would have smiled, nodded, and called a shrink to fix your deluded little mind.
Now it's my turn to question my sanity when the ghost of my best friend turns up in my apartment.
Was it the tequila shots the night before causing this apparition? Or one too many bumps to the head - let's face it, clumsy is my middle name, it re.
Baywolf Ghost mortem, paperback/jane hinchey
