Ghost Dick

"I knew it was gonna be one crazy day, when the dame walked into my office. Through the wall. From next door's deli storeroom."

Jonathan P. Rissole has been dead for six months. And he's finding it a real yawn. Clouds, harps and angelic babes are overrated - and he's been thrown out of the heavenly choir for singing off-key, listening to the melody in his own spirit, playing the bongos...

He's bored. Bored enough to come back down to Earth, and set up his own side-hustle as a private dick. Of course, it would be easier to get a small business venture up and running, if he was visible.

Audible.

Not a ghost.

Still, he's not about to let that stop him. Supernatural misdeeds are afoot. And the world needs a Ghost Dick, a Ghost Dick like Jonathan...

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