Gone With The Ghost (Murder By Design Book 1) by Erin McCarthy

of the guy I talked to on the phone. He approached me at your wake and gave me more details than I wanted to hear.” I was pretty sure that conversation was what had ruined my appetite permanently. “And when I was on the verge of vomiting, he asked me out.” “He asked you out at my wake ?” Ryan looked horrified, which was a good approximation of how I had felt. “Yes. He did.” “Mother-effer.” He stood straight, his hands curling into fists. “Who does that? I always thought he was a little off, but we got along. Yet I’m not even in the ground and he’s poaching on what’s mine?” Hold it. Do not pass go, stop right there, wait a manic minute. Everything about that statement was so right, yet so wrong. It was like winning the lottery, but doled out at a dollar a day. “What do you mean, yours ? I’m not your wife, not your girlfriend, not even your ex. I am your friend. While I admit the timing was tacky and inappropriate, there was no reason what’s-his-name couldn’t ask me out. And no reason I couldn’t say yes if I wanted to.” Which would only have happened if I’d taken a blow to the head and suddenly found short, smarmy, arrogant men attractive, but the point was, the choice was mine. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. I’m just saying.” I wanted for the rest of the sentence, but none seemed to be forthcoming. “So what do you want me to do, Ryan? Find the police report. Okay. Anything else?” “Try to remember what DeAngelo told you. And call Marner—he should be able to get you the rep