“My publisher, she’s unhappy.” Lily took a long sip before she continued. “Really, she’s a bit selfish. The subject for my proposed book killed himself this morning. I can’t raise someone from the dead. It’s out of my hands.”

“I should have saw this coming,” she shook her head, thinking to herself, I’m a psychologist. “I was distracted, became obsessed with all things about ghosts. Then the fucking bastard hung himself. What the fuck am I going to do now?”