Four gay paranormal mysteries by best-selling author Edward Kendrick. Contains the stories: Ghostly Investigations: Jon Watts had heard stories about ghosts but never believed in them -- until he became one. Now, if he wanted to move on, he had to solve his own murder with the help of Brody, another murdered ghost; Sage, a man who can communicate with ghosts; and Mike, the detective investigating Jon's murder. Can the four of them solve both murders or will Jon and Brody be doomed to remain ghosts forever? Searching for My Killer: My name is Tonio. I'm a ghost. To move on, I need to find out who killed me. Except, I have no idea how to do so. Or I didn't, until Brody and Jon showed up. They're ghosts, too, who know Mike, a cop, and Sage, a medium. With our help, can Mike find out who murdered me at the theater where I worked? And, can I come to grips with the fact that, in death, I've lost David, the one man I ever loved? ..., can they find the evidence to back Kurt’s claim? And can Tonio, with Kurt’s help, forget the man he loved and move on? A Haunting of Ghosts: When Van and Gene are murdered, it's up to Mike, Sage, and their ghostly team to learn who the killer was. Van and Gene had been researching two cold cases for a book. One was old, with three potential suspects. The other was recent, involving Jon, one of the ghosts. Can Mike and company find Van and Gene's killer so they can move on? More to the point, can Van and Gene help solve Jon's murder? A Long Way Down: Daw lives on the streets until he's murdered and becomes a ghost. Brody finds him, taking him home to meet the other 'Ghostie Boys'. As the ghosts work to find Daw's killer, they meet Russ, another of the killer's victims. Can the ghosts stop the killer before he strikes again? If so, with the growing attraction between Daw and Russ, will they want to move on, separating them for eternity?

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Did the same person who pushed me off the bridge set up those accidents as well? Any of the accidents had the potential to kill someone—even if they hadn’t. But why?


That was what I had to find out, one way or another, or I might not be the last victim.


I spent the rest of my first night in the afterlife wandering the entire theater. Stupid, maybe, but I was looking for anything which could cause another presumed accident. It was dark, of course, but I found out I was able to see if there was the slightest amount of light—from the Exit signs, from the streetlamps outside the front windows. Even the auditorium seemed brighter than it would have if I were still alive, thanks to the trouble light on the stage. A perk of being dead? Possible, I guess.


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