Serials

Trashing Garrison's office had been fun for Roj, shooting Thug Boy had been disturbing, but trying to figure out how to be properly dead ...

In shooting the thug, Roj may have saved Laurella's life and family, but what will it do to Roj's soul?

It was such a satisfying lunch date with Garrison that Roj simply must learn more...

With Garrison's credit card information safely tucked away in the Personnel Department, Roj is ready for wider investigations...

Pleased by Garrison's reaction to the state of his office, Roj continues her investigations...

Roj left Matt sleeping, and trashed Garrison's pristine office. What else does a disgruntled ghost do?

Roj is heartbroken that Matt can't recognize her, even though he heard her speak to him, but after all, she wasn't there to idly chat...

They killed Roj, they killed Danny Chuster ... but weren't they gunning for Matt?

Roj has found out for certain that she is dead. But not completely gone -- and apparently there's a few things she can still do...

They were out to kill her boyfriend, but Roj got in the way. But that wasn't the end of it...

Everything happens so fast, and you can't make it go away again...

Conclusion. This author rather wishes that Emily could stick around longer, but it's time to say good-bye...

It doesn't matter that the skunk back-tracked Emily to her house; and who cares if the skunk sprayed the neighbor's cat? Emily has only begun to imagine the solutions she needs...

So much is now so clear about what went on at New Year's; but the journey isn't over yet...

Much makes sense to Emily now, but there are still connections to make...

Was a car wreck the best part of Emily's week?

Conclusion. "...Complicated, an empty vessel, envious of beauty like any woman, of youth, of the girl, of children in childhood..."

Her latest round of espionage lands Emily and her car in an icy ditch. Can she accept a rescue?

"...Why do the rich get richer in South Africa and the poor get poorer in South Africa on a daily basis?..."

Things just don't make sense. And while Emily has to admit she's been deluded, there still ought to be a way to put all the clues together...

"... but I do know this: African writers write in blood..."

Mark is still keeping his real purpose of his trip to Michigan secret, and Emily follows suit by keeping secret all that she has found out about him. Life has changed...

"...I already feel a fraud as if nature is ganging up on me. This is not me. This is not who I am or want to be..."

Shaken by her discoveries, pushed to her emotional limits, Emily grabs her wooden spoon and takes a step -- is it in the right direction?

Confronted with seeming proof of Mark's misbehavior, Emily must begin to make her way past it, or through it, or...?

"...I began to see myself in other writers' and poets' work..."

Mark is gone, visiting his parents in Michigan. Back in California, Emily and her investigative partner Spoon are going to search for more clues...

"...a quaint, inventive state of mind like animals captured and paraded in zoos or portraits of every generation..."

"...I remember how I could see pieces of blue sky from the bars on my window..."

With Mark gone halfway across the country on his mysterious errand, Emily has had some time to take stock of her life. There is no choice but to keep moving forward...