When the guy next to me keeled over dead, I admit I almost left his ass there and bailed.Judge me if you want. I’m tired of telling Las Vegas homicide detectives that I’ve found a body. Again.My name is Violetta Graves. I’m a cocktail waitress in Las Vegas. And I see ghosts. I should’ve never attended the séance for a murdered drag queen. Because now we’re all trapped in a house with a killer.And the dead ghost hunter?He was sitting in my chair.
This book is part of the Violetta Graves Mystery Books series and is book #5 in the series.