Kant was a hitman for hire—a shadow in the night, a death with insomnia, if you will. He had watched the life drain from dozens. Seeing a soul popping out of a dead body was a first.
And it wasn't just any soul—it had to be an irritatingly loud ghost of a spoiled brat Gabriel Everett.
I enjoyed reading this book. The characterizations and emotions are precise and perfect. What I liked more is the laughter it brings in every chapter. Thank you for writing it. Hope you write more stories. And question to the author, I would like to know why you have chosen this ending.