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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I finally got to my feet, reminding myself not to sink through the floor as I made my way to lighting booth. I needed the familiarity of being there, where I’d spent so much of my time at the theater. I ran my fingers over the controls on the light board, the sense of all I’d lost intensifying. I wanted to die—but of course I was alreadydead.


I floated up, going through the ceiling to the theater’s roof. I went to edge, looking out over the city. Off in the distance I could see the apartment house where David and I had spent the last two years together. “I miss you,” I whispered. “I’ll always miss you. Grieve for me, my dear man. Grieve and then move on. Please, for your sake and the love you felt for me, move on.”


I curled up on the roof, looking up at the stars and began to count them, hoping doing so would take my mind off the last few hours and the final few minutes before my life ended.  2


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