Homicide Detective Tony Camarelli first discovers he’s being haunted by the ghost of his former partner, Julia Reynolds...Christ, he was hung over. A week had passed since they’d laid Julia to rest, and he hadn’t had a sober day since. The sarge kicked him out of the squad room with orders to get his head together. It would have pissed him off if he didn’t know the order was issued with real concern. They were all concerned. Hell, he was too.
Closing the toilet lid, he lifted his arm and sniffed his pit. Bad move. He gagged. Definitely time to clean up his act. He downed four aspirin before stepping into the shower stall. The combination of pills and hot water reduced his headache to a dull roar.
He bent to dry his feet and spotted the shoes on the floor in front of him. Big, brown shoes. Tony reached for his gun before he remembered he was buck naked. The laughter had his head rearing up. The shock nearly knocked him on his ass.
“Jules!” She was sitting on the toilet with a big grin on her face.
“Be my guest. I’ve wanted to put a hole in these clodhoppers for a long time. Now it looks as if I’m stuck with them for all eternity.”
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